I Was Never Here
Another day without a mission from the SIA.
Saul was beginning to believe that the SIA was punishing him for his failing to apprehend The Collector. Saul stumbled into a bar called Fairy Fair Cantina, Saul almost read it as Femme Fatale Cantina but he was groggy and hopped up on pain killers. The large greeter was appalled at the sight of Saul, he was dressed in a green shirt and some athletic shorts. "Fracking bum," Saul remembered him saying but tossing a few credits for entry got him to shut up and let him inside.
Scratching his scraggily beard Saul frowned taking out a small bug that was hanging on the strands of his hair. The agent growled coming to realize that he didn't even bother shave for the past two weeks. Even though Saul never liked shaving preferring at least a shadow across his face, the anxiety of waiting for a mission caused Saul to neglect his personal hygiene. How long has it been since Saul took a shower, three days? A day? He didn't know but Saul smelled as though he was rolling around in a Womp Rat cave. Taking a look around, Saul reached his pocket trying to look for more credits until he found his combat knife. Smirking a bit, the agent looked at his reflection against the blade. He looked absolutely awful with sunken eyes, dirty beard and hair everywhere maybe Saul should look at least presentable.
Slowly getting up, Saul lumbered to the bathroom where he slowly cut off the rug. Every day he goes without a mission, Saul grows weaker more restless, Coruscant was still recovering from the attack, there were riots in the streets protesting against the Jedi and the Senate. Their neglect and for the underworlders filled the people with contempt and rage. Taxes were being raised, more spending on the military and the Alliance was in another war. It was a cycle that never stopped, greed, corruption, hypocrisy people can't articulate what's happening, so they blame it on the people running the place. They're not entirely wrong, the Senate were full of moles and traitors something the SIA should've acted.
Yet while his fellow agents were fighting the Brotherhood, Saul remained back at home rotting like a corpse left in the lower levels of Coruscant. It was The Collector's fault, if it weren't for him he would on missions. Saul dropped his knife and closed his eyes. "I'm going crazy," he muttered. "I don't know what to do."
Olympia Galney