Morgana Forceborn
Good girl. Mean Streak.
It was deep into the night on Bespin. Those who were still out during these late hours were either off for a night of celebration or time with friends, or other types of company, or authorities patrolling the streets and skies for any criminal activities that may have been planned. Things were pretty quiet these days with the exception of a few minor disturbances here-and-there. One such case was earlier in the week when some malfunctioning droid had claimed to be a living person. Oddly enough that very droid had disappeared when the authorities tried to take it away for reconfiguring.
One of the patrol speeders, with two officers patrolling in it, had been altered to break in at a store in their district. Quickly they hurried with all haste to the store itself, only to find that the person who'd broken in was already gone. The window to the shop itself was broken in with a nearby door of a parked speeder. Someone managed to rip it off by the hinges and throw it into the store. Upon further investigation the officers found no money was stolen, only clothes.
Without much chance of knowing where the perp went the two had no choice but to call for backup and a search of the nearby area.
Hidden deep within the alleyways of the city was a small alcove-like spot divided by a laundry line and a ragged old sheet. Someone had set the place up as a sort of home for themselves. On the other side of the sheet was the rest of the hideaway, with not but an old mattress and a few boxes of discarded metal pieces from speeders and other collected junk. Some of it looked newer while other parts seemed burned. Some boxes had food that were opened and yet their was still food inside. Some of it was starting to rot while others were freshly opened and yet barley touched. And among all these things were the stolen clothing from the store not even an hour ago.
Standing in front of a makeshift mirror put together by pieces of discarded glass a droid shaped as a human woman was trying to fit into the dresses and shoes and jackets that she'd taken from the store. The whole time she tried she kept putting them on and took one look at herself before pulling them off and throwing them away, as if unsatisfied by the way they looked, before trying another one on.
This was all Sally Brooks, the once living human scientist, could do for herself to try and feel normal. Nothing worked. She tried eating but felt no taste. She tried touching but couldn't feel anything, not even the muscles in her own robotic hands. Everything, even trying to dress like a normal person, seemed fruitless. If she had tear ducts her entire face would be a stream by now. All of it felt like a horrible living nightmare she couldn't wake from. Forever trapped in this shell of a human-like body and yet nothing like it at all.
[member="Enigma"]
One of the patrol speeders, with two officers patrolling in it, had been altered to break in at a store in their district. Quickly they hurried with all haste to the store itself, only to find that the person who'd broken in was already gone. The window to the shop itself was broken in with a nearby door of a parked speeder. Someone managed to rip it off by the hinges and throw it into the store. Upon further investigation the officers found no money was stolen, only clothes.
Without much chance of knowing where the perp went the two had no choice but to call for backup and a search of the nearby area.
Hidden deep within the alleyways of the city was a small alcove-like spot divided by a laundry line and a ragged old sheet. Someone had set the place up as a sort of home for themselves. On the other side of the sheet was the rest of the hideaway, with not but an old mattress and a few boxes of discarded metal pieces from speeders and other collected junk. Some of it looked newer while other parts seemed burned. Some boxes had food that were opened and yet their was still food inside. Some of it was starting to rot while others were freshly opened and yet barley touched. And among all these things were the stolen clothing from the store not even an hour ago.
Standing in front of a makeshift mirror put together by pieces of discarded glass a droid shaped as a human woman was trying to fit into the dresses and shoes and jackets that she'd taken from the store. The whole time she tried she kept putting them on and took one look at herself before pulling them off and throwing them away, as if unsatisfied by the way they looked, before trying another one on.
This was all Sally Brooks, the once living human scientist, could do for herself to try and feel normal. Nothing worked. She tried eating but felt no taste. She tried touching but couldn't feel anything, not even the muscles in her own robotic hands. Everything, even trying to dress like a normal person, seemed fruitless. If she had tear ducts her entire face would be a stream by now. All of it felt like a horrible living nightmare she couldn't wake from. Forever trapped in this shell of a human-like body and yet nothing like it at all.
[member="Enigma"]
