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Charley
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It screams and you scream back..
« Thread Started on Aug 28, 2007, 9:46pm »

The dreary streets of Nar Shaddaa were teeming with life. Life that bespoke desperation, hatred, greed. There were a few bodies, dead in the alleyways, killed by their own inability to procur money for the various Exchange bosses.

Yes, Nar Shaddaa was a harsh place, in which only the powerful and ruthless survived. The rich aliens prospered while the poor humans suffered. And yet, there was a certain hum about the place. Almost unseen, unheard, and yet it thrummed away, offering hope to those who stopped to hear it.

It was the hope of a better place. Not here, on this deadly planet, but offworld. Hardly any listened to the thrum of life. Hardly any listened to anything anymore.

Charley was no different. Her once beautiful green eyes were dull, lifeless, nearly gray with despair. Where once had been wide-eyed innocence was now roiling hatred and blank subservience. What should have been a giggling, playful, happy thirteen year-old was instead a quiet, pained, malevolent, and suffering slave.

As she trudged through the pallid gray streets, her head hanging with her greasy brown hair falling into her face, Charley's mind was empty. Rather, her heart was empty. The void-filled pit screamed revenge to those who had made her the way she was now. But still she did nothing. Said nothing.

And forever she would stay this way.

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Re: It screams and you scream back..
« Reply #1 on Aug 29, 2007, 11:27am »

Draksk was out wandering the city by himself. There was something wrong with their ship, and since the Trandoshan had absolutely no sense when it came to repairing things, Isshurra had sent him off to scout the area, maybe have a little fun.

Draksk had visited the cantina, but it was nearly empty, no one interesting sulking in the shadows, so he had left. And now he walked slowly, gazing about himself, because he had just realized... he was lost. Now, Draksk didn't get lost easily, it was a rare occasion-especially on Nar Shaddaa. But now he couldn't recognize his surroundings, he knew he was somewhere in the Red Sector, but... where?

He spotted a little girl, probably almost in her teens though she looked skinny and frail, walking down the street. She looked at home in this place, like she knew her way around, he could ask her for directions. It was either he ask her or ask the large, angry looking Devaronian a few meters off.

Draksk wasn't in for a fight, so he walked up to the girl and bent down a bit to make himself seem smaller than he really was, "Hello, child." he hissed slowly, "Might I have your name?" the young Trandoshan asked. He figured it would be best to be quiet and polite first, since the girl looked like she would take off running at any second. "I'm Draksk." he put a large, clawed hand to his chest to motion to himself.

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