Skice Variger
Kiss of Death
Skice Walked through the endless alleyways of Coruscant's lower levels where the sun never reached and if you didn't look over your shoulder every five seconds there was a high chance of getting mugged and you would have to squeeze through hundreds of people to take 3 steps. But Skice wasn't here to mingle or steal that was in the past her past life was in the past and she pulled her cloak higher over her head trying to keep from being recognized .
She had to be careful if the Jedi order realized she was here she was doomed and if she was spotted by the lower level police she was twice as much. She was here on the premise of an invitation she was given on Crait while hiding from a sith armada. After hours of walking she came to the place, It was a rusty old shut down bar with minimum structural integrity. She knocked on the door with a quivering hand and dry lips as a eerie voiced whispered "what swallows things whole in the sand on tatooine?" Skice knew the answer to this immediately they were the basis of children stories and the topic of legends. "A Krayt Dragon."
The doors instantly opened and Skice walked inside leaving the outside world behind her trading the smell of dead fish brains for old vodka and corroding wood. It was a new experience being on the run but she had done it for 9 years so the nooks and crannies of space began to feel like home.
She had to be careful if the Jedi order realized she was here she was doomed and if she was spotted by the lower level police she was twice as much. She was here on the premise of an invitation she was given on Crait while hiding from a sith armada. After hours of walking she came to the place, It was a rusty old shut down bar with minimum structural integrity. She knocked on the door with a quivering hand and dry lips as a eerie voiced whispered "what swallows things whole in the sand on tatooine?" Skice knew the answer to this immediately they were the basis of children stories and the topic of legends. "A Krayt Dragon."
The doors instantly opened and Skice walked inside leaving the outside world behind her trading the smell of dead fish brains for old vodka and corroding wood. It was a new experience being on the run but she had done it for 9 years so the nooks and crannies of space began to feel like home.