Songbird
The downpour was steady and sent howling echoes through the alleyways and streets of the neon-lit world of Nar Shaddaa. In her original time, Sol rarely visited the infamous ‘Vertical City.’ Despite the reputation the planet had has maintained, the assassin rarely conducted business on or with anyone on-world. So it was easy for one to wonder why she might’ve found herself here on this cold rainy night.
In fact she hadn’t planned on stopping here. Her starship, an old stealth cruiser she took to naming simply ‘the Revenge,’ was in need of minor repairs. It had suffered some damage while she escaped custody on Naboo, a world she did visit often in her time.
Instead the inconvenience forced her hand and she now found herself wandering the city while the Revenge underwent its necessary reconstruction. But she was a being fueled by knowledge. She saw the opportunity to learn more of this new time she had found herself in.
As such it wasn’t long before she wandered into one of the dozens of bars the city provided. Bars, restaurants, and the social centers of kinds provided Sol with vital information often overlooked by even the most skilled of criminal mastermind: chit chat.
While mostly meaningless, often times the mindless chatter of strangers in the galaxy could provide one with so much. Potential allies, potential jobs, or, for Sol, potential targets. In this particular case it was simply information.
When she went to sleep the galaxy was a vastly different place. The structure was the same: Jedi and Sith at war, another Mandalorian empire seeking domination, but the players themselves were all brand new. Not only that, but the galaxy seemed to have only gotten worse.
Somehow it seemed chaos fuels the galaxy now more than ever. Sol couldn’t wait to revel in it. First, however, information. She needed to know who was at whose throat, who was winning, and the other potentials both seen and unseen.
And so she sat silently in her booth, her synthetic eyes lazily scanning the relatively packed establishment. Music played just loud enough to cover the sound of the rain outside, with the crowd being only slightly louder than them. She drank only in sips and her eyes rarely blinked.
Despite the intensity of her gaze, the rest of her body and muscles were relaxed. She was an enigma, even amongst the variety of denizens spread around the bar.
She was offering herself as bait for conversation, intentionally sitting at an empty booth. All she needed now was the right man or woman to strike up a conversation with.
@Open
In fact she hadn’t planned on stopping here. Her starship, an old stealth cruiser she took to naming simply ‘the Revenge,’ was in need of minor repairs. It had suffered some damage while she escaped custody on Naboo, a world she did visit often in her time.
Instead the inconvenience forced her hand and she now found herself wandering the city while the Revenge underwent its necessary reconstruction. But she was a being fueled by knowledge. She saw the opportunity to learn more of this new time she had found herself in.
As such it wasn’t long before she wandered into one of the dozens of bars the city provided. Bars, restaurants, and the social centers of kinds provided Sol with vital information often overlooked by even the most skilled of criminal mastermind: chit chat.
While mostly meaningless, often times the mindless chatter of strangers in the galaxy could provide one with so much. Potential allies, potential jobs, or, for Sol, potential targets. In this particular case it was simply information.
When she went to sleep the galaxy was a vastly different place. The structure was the same: Jedi and Sith at war, another Mandalorian empire seeking domination, but the players themselves were all brand new. Not only that, but the galaxy seemed to have only gotten worse.
Somehow it seemed chaos fuels the galaxy now more than ever. Sol couldn’t wait to revel in it. First, however, information. She needed to know who was at whose throat, who was winning, and the other potentials both seen and unseen.
And so she sat silently in her booth, her synthetic eyes lazily scanning the relatively packed establishment. Music played just loud enough to cover the sound of the rain outside, with the crowd being only slightly louder than them. She drank only in sips and her eyes rarely blinked.
Despite the intensity of her gaze, the rest of her body and muscles were relaxed. She was an enigma, even amongst the variety of denizens spread around the bar.
She was offering herself as bait for conversation, intentionally sitting at an empty booth. All she needed now was the right man or woman to strike up a conversation with.
@Open
