Jedi Goth
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Voli never thought she would be back at Mon Gazza again but with the High Republic setting up shop on the spice planet it meant that many of the shady activities that went on the planet ended quickly. Officials arrested spice barons, placed taxes on businesses, required pilots to have licenses, and started to rid the atmosphere of the red hue that took over the skies. Many of the inhabitants grumbled with some leaving the planet or moved underground probably plotting armed rebellion. As much as Voli was happy to see the planet's rot starting to wither away, she had to admit Mon Gazza had charm. Erasing a planet's identity felt like it was getting neutered. "But the people are free from the spice companies." Voli thought. "It's best to think about them."
With her Holopods pressed firmly in her ears, Voli munched on some Popcorn while sipping on some soda her gaze focusing on the racetrack. They weren't Podracers but rather N1 Starfighters each plastered with so many advertisements that it made Voli want to roll her eyes. "Leave it to the corporations to always things up." Voli thought. "They see a well made speeder and say to themselves: 'how do we make it as ugly as possible?'"
But Voli decided to participate in the festivities. Starfighter racing wasn't her favorite as she preferred Podracing but it was entertaining so far. "Popcorn is great too," Voli thought.
She craned her head, wondering if there's anyone her age who came to watch the races. Maybe she's the only one who likes racing.
Aileni Ifor Xeraic
Voli never thought she would be back at Mon Gazza again but with the High Republic setting up shop on the spice planet it meant that many of the shady activities that went on the planet ended quickly. Officials arrested spice barons, placed taxes on businesses, required pilots to have licenses, and started to rid the atmosphere of the red hue that took over the skies. Many of the inhabitants grumbled with some leaving the planet or moved underground probably plotting armed rebellion. As much as Voli was happy to see the planet's rot starting to wither away, she had to admit Mon Gazza had charm. Erasing a planet's identity felt like it was getting neutered. "But the people are free from the spice companies." Voli thought. "It's best to think about them."
With her Holopods pressed firmly in her ears, Voli munched on some Popcorn while sipping on some soda her gaze focusing on the racetrack. They weren't Podracers but rather N1 Starfighters each plastered with so many advertisements that it made Voli want to roll her eyes. "Leave it to the corporations to always things up." Voli thought. "They see a well made speeder and say to themselves: 'how do we make it as ugly as possible?'"
But Voli decided to participate in the festivities. Starfighter racing wasn't her favorite as she preferred Podracing but it was entertaining so far. "Popcorn is great too," Voli thought.
She craned her head, wondering if there's anyone her age who came to watch the races. Maybe she's the only one who likes racing.
Aileni Ifor Xeraic