The Legacy

Nar ShaddaaNo Man's Land is a story arc that takes place on Nar Shadda after the fall of power of the Techno Union and Hutt Cartell. The planets and territory they once occupied is now under dispute by lesser factions, gangs, criminals, etc. Caught in the crossfire are millions of refugees fleeing the core worlds due to the One Sith and Galactic Republic War. Without any order, much of Nar Shaddaa' Undercity has been declared 'No Man's Land' as the helpless fight to stay, and criminal underworld carve up the city.
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In her hands she held innocence; she gripped on for dear life to this small hand that fit perfectly between her own. Her lips rested on her thumbs, and for a moment she had ceased crying.
"We did all we could...I'm sorry."
She sat still for moment. Her eyes were swollen from tears; they served as dams that were on preventing the inevitable. Her heart broke and she did what any mother would...she reached out and latched on to her infant son.
The dam broke; she poured her heart out. The moment she shouted she woke up...
From her sleep she jolted up from her position, grabbing her chest as her breath left her. Her forehead glistened in the faint light through the cracks in the wall. Tired, worn, she scooted up against the wall when she heard blaster rounds going off in the distance.
Sitting there still, she had a faint expression and laid her head back against the wall.
This would be a long night, just like the others since.
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Next Day
Port
She squeezed and maneuvered her body through a large crowd of people. This was one of the very few days that they were giving out visas...She sold her previous one in order to pay for the treatment of her son who had succumb to illness contracted from living in the slums of the Refugee Sector.
All these people, which seemed like everyone, faced deportation. They all fled from the Core; from the war. The massive overcrowding was ground unstable by the moment. Disease, crime, and worst were breeding amongst them all. She had been through this before, and she knew only a select few would be receiving something if anything, the rest would be given the warning.
She finally managed to find herself in the center of the massive crowd, people pushing to get to the front. The Portmasters could care less, as much of a help they could've been, they made money off both sides. The refugees would gather what money they could to purchase visas, and criminal would round up those who were left, sometimes even paying to take a certain number of people off their hands.
"We're out of visas for the day. Follow up with us. Be wary of your number of days left."
Though she expected not to get anything, but this became routine. She was just taking day by day, hoping that it'll fix itself.
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