Sym-voyage

[CHANI]

Nar Shaddaa is not particularly pleasant to visit, the place is downright criminal from whichever perspective, there are toxins on this city planet that could kill within sixty seconds flat. All of this is not to say Nar has little to offer in means of pleasure, on the contrary there are plenty of sensations and pleasing variety to be had for all looking, in fact this type of behavior is encouraged, if only to curtail a spiraling morass of corruption and muck from sucking a regular citizen in and spitting them back out.

Chani prays to an old god, an ancient figure who when she does prey at night on the unsuspecting, absolves her of all her sins if she but repents, this has become a monthly routine for her, sin, confess, rinse, repeat. Not many know of this old religion buried in the temples and catacombs of a far off lost planet a long long time ago.

Still every night she whispers to herself, touches her forehead, navel, shoulder and other shoulder, her mother almost before she was even capable of remembering taught this prayer to her, even though she did this like clockwork Chani had absolutely no clue what it meant, it became habit and stuck.

After this simple routine, confessing to the sickly Nar air, ducked into an establishment that read c e l e s t r o n , all over the entrance in neon lights. A collection of multicolored floor tiles decorated the dance floor as light exploded from every which way, she pushed her way through a dense dancing crowd and softly kicked the gross backdoor open, a very large droid halted her advance and scanned her iris before stepping aside.

A second sign, this time not in neon light but plain text on a sign printed S Y M, an anticipation washed over Chani as she entered the beaded doorway, she swerved to the back, avoiding species coming and going and chose a booth was colored red, she entered, stuck her card in the reader and laid down as a billion diodes sprung to life all around her, like she was resting in a star nursery, some far off nebula birthing suns.

Her vision faded as darkness was introduced into the room.

--- VR Suite # 6152879
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Enjoy!
-- echo

The chair faded away and Chani stood up, contemplating her purchase.

 

[CHANI]

A sprawling menu system appeared before her, large and applicable, she waved a hand left and threw away portions of data in the trash bin, the 360 virtual world was stunning as she stood in the cold wastes of Hoth, where her last program had ended. She was having difficulty at first figuring out what she would like to do when a message blinked on her display.

It stood there blinking and Chani wondered who it could be from as she released her handle to no one, so she clicked it out of curiosity and the message was empty, there simply was one attachment and figuring this place had high enough security systems clicked on it. The message stopped blinking and unraveled the attachment, a single picture hovering in the air, a body wrapped in a black bag, the picture loaded into a small video and she watched as a gloved hand reached into frame onto the bag and moved it over to reveal the face of, HERSELF!

Chani's double looked unconscious, this is when the shock set in, seeing herself disconnected from her body, the ...as she stared a hand floated into view and a sign that read.

"50 000 000" Credits, ETA 3 days.

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