Millie
The Least Jedi
THE BLADE
The Night Markets, Freehold
Beneath the churning ports and pirate palaces of the surface, the Night Market raged on. Bright and brilliant as ever, the sentient detritus of the Galaxy flocked to spend their ill-gotten gains on trinkets, baubles and food of questionable origin.The Night Markets, Freehold
That night, Millie was no different. Flush with money after a decent score, she'd treated herself to some 'Meat On A Stick,' which was proving to be pretty damn tasty, so long as she didn't think about where it'd come from too much. The spices clung to the air, fragrant and sweet and alive. The chatter and laughter of so many others proving a perfect cover, as Millie moved away from the food stalls towards the trinkets. Here, half-a-hundred petty junk traders suddenly came alive, hoping for a new customer. Or victim.
"Girl! Girl! Look here, bracelets, osmium lined-"
"Earrings! Jewels from crystal caves of most saaaaacred worlds-"
"Charms and amulets, protect you and yours from the dark hordes-"
A bunch of bull, as per usual. Millie finished her skewer and slid the remnants behind a stall, casting it from her mind. Wondering what thing she could treat herself to. Her eyes fell upon a familiar sight, as if by instinct. Or some sort of pull.
"Millie!" the owner called out, beckoning her over, "what a chance! What a sight!"
"Yeah yeah, can it Rym, what're you fencin' now?" she replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, only the finest in Mid-Rim luxuries, Millie. Ones that someone like you deserves after a hard day's work. See!" he said, beckoning out towards his stall. Various items twinkled in the light, uniformly uninteresting. Nothing stood out to her. But there was still that pull. That tingle.
"What's that?" Millie asked, noticing a box behind the counter. The stall holder winced a little.
"Ah, Millie, I'm afraid it's... not for sale."
"Why?"
"I'... I'm holding it."
"For who?" Rym gave her an exasperated stare, which made her snicker. "'Kay, don't answer then. Keep your dumb secrets." Millie turned, as if uninterested.
"Don't be getting ideas about it!" Rym yelled in vain, as Millie smirked over her shoulder.
"Promise. You can trust me!" Millie lied, beaming at him as she schemed to steal his box.