Marcus continued to comb through the multiple ads and news reports that were constantly being produced by the galaxy, and he couldn't say that any of it pertained to him, besides some conflicts with the Mandalorians. He knew that one day he would have to go back, and that day would be sooner than later. If he only he could find a damned place to sleep the stress away!
He began to ponder simply continuing his journey when his shoulder pad clacked with the unusual sound of a fingernail. He realized how oblivious he had been to his surroundings when he looked up. There, standing clear as day, though mottled slightly due to the dark yellow lumination that the street lights gave, was a girl, somewhere in her late teens. He waited for her to speak, but instead she let loose with a flurry of hand signs that Marcus certainly had not cared to pay attention to at the enclave, if they had ever even been taught. He had learned a multitude of hand signals, but those were mostly ones that pertained to war, or commands than simple gestures of kindness. She stared blankly enough at him before suddenly whipping out a piece of paper, and scribbling away at it. This was quite odd, was she
deaf? She could certainly see well enough... Perhaps vocal chord damage of some sort.
Upon her handing him the small tatter of paper, he could make out the message in the scribbled galactic standard that ruled all sections of space. He blinked once, and she began to walk off down the street! The message was simple enough, and he quickly put his datapad away in his flight bag, before standing up and grabbing his drink, which had begun to dwindle in content. He quickly followed after her as a speeder went by, blazing with blue and red lights to signal other drivers to divert their paths. She was fast, and now she stood near a man, who almost seemed as lost as he, but he hoped she might be able to guide him to some kind of lodging.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
[member="Akio Diachi "] / [member="Elion Menaio"]
