Satellite City Blues

[Qrylo Qykk]

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YEARS AGO​

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DURO, ORBIT - SATELLITE CITY ‘CEIRUS’​

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The clank of boots on a loading ramp. Hot air at his neck, vents depressurising. Hard edge of a blaster barrel poking at his thigh. Qrylo cracked a thin smile. Some things really never did change.

Even the storm of Ceirus, wild cacophony of shouts, smells, dingy streets; ten years ago or today, still the same geostationary sewer.

Back then, he’d run guns from the Outer Rim for a family of Duros here. High-level, deregulated cocktail blasters, all in the name of one gang war or another. Liberty in the hands of someone or another. The job seemed superfluous now. Even the credits'd been bad. Every Bith, Gran and Twi'lek was armed to the teeth now, old or young; from each shop-front and Caf joint, gunmetal gleamed in the flickering light, and trigger fingers itched. An orbital time bomb. He'd armed it, Qrylo supposed.

Someone had to. That was why he got paid.

Speaking of Twi'leks.

'Blue'. Blue, coincidentally. Hardly conspicuous. Ceirus was to Twi'lek lowlifes as a scrapheap was to Jawas. Flies to Bantha dung. But, whoever she was? She had enemies in the wrong places. The expensive kind. Worked for Qrylo. Word in the Merchant Quarter had been tight- she'd clearly set the right impressions. Coronet tended to do that to people. Nothing a Weequay fist couldn't ease, that was.

There was a gift that really kept on giving.

Qrylo absent-mindedly flexed his fingers. Joint was sore, and the dockyards fast approaching. Paid to be ready. Chadra-fan had said old 'Blue' had parked her freighter here. Sleeping in it, maybe? Perhaps he'd been chasing too much spacer trash recently.

His broad silhouette slipped from shadow to shadow in the orange lamplight. Fingers crawled across his holster. Tonight was the night, that much was sure.

Electricity in the air.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The cold water hit her blue face with a chilled sensation. Small drops running down her tattooed cheeks and held themselves for a moment before falling off her chin and down into the sink. With a deep sigh she looked up and met her reflection in the mirror. Another bad dream. One of many in the past days. At least, they were no longer a part of her real life.

She turned off the tap and pushed herself up from the sides of the sink. Silence. Just the faint sound of the generator could be heard throughout the ship. For a normal person it would seem eery but for her, beeing the mechanic she was, it was a moment of serenity listening to a ships ''breathing''. Looking through the mirror again, the bandage below her chest witnessed of far more unsettled and violent experiences, and so did a bandage around her left forearm. Many thoughts went through her mind, memories from the day before her escape from that abusive frigging low-life she once had called love.

The wound on her side was still a little sore when she touched it. She made a slight grimace before taking out some pain-killers from the cabinet, swallowing them whole. Another person would be stuck in bed in her condition but ironically enough the years on the streets of Coronet City had made her unexpectingly tough for a female twi'lek. It wasn't the first time she had taken a beating, either in fights with rival gangs, in training or by him.

Years had passed since she first joined the crew and with that came experiences, skills and cunning which had made her an equal opponent to many men but also had given her a place on CorSec's wanted lists. Now, also on the run from a life you didn't simply left by free will without any consequences.

Figuring she wouldn't be able to fall asleep again she had put on her black swoop biker boots, a pair of fitted black cargo pants and a grey sport top. She turned to a counter in the small toilet aboard the ship and picked up an olive green tank top which she put on. On the counter was also her utility belt with a KYD-21 blaster pistol in its holster along with some tools she frequently used. The ships captain, a duro who had helped her escape, had left her and the ship for some business down on Duro. Still being close to her homeworld of Corellia, she wanted to stay close just in case something happened to her brother. Wanting to make sure he wouldn't be involved in her business before the duo moved on out in the galaxy.

[member="Qrylo Qykk"]