Ask Nar Shaddaa A Dark and Lonely Night

[Hagar Landell]

Hagar finished rubbing the spice into her gums, then spit into a puddle. The neon reflection of “Johii’s Convenience Store- always open for your convenience” rippled. Johii’s had closed down seven months before her sixteenth birthday, but apparently the electric bills had never been cancelled. Poor man. He probably was too senile to catch the mistake and his son had been too much of a son-of-an-Acklay to say anything about it.

It was a quiet night- ripe for time to do her favorite pastime: meditation- or rather her two favorite pastimes: meditation and spice. The concrete jungle had so much life to it. The pipes breathed out steam, the electric buzz of the streetlights hummed a tuneless song. The occasional passer-by would wander by to the cantina or District Office of Correction would give her a nod and she would tip her worn hat back in acknowledgment before settling down again.

After a few moments, the drug kicked in. She could feel her heart rate slow and her pupils dilate, adjusting further to the dimness of the alleyway. The dull thrum of anxious thought quieted, as if she and the world around her had been separated by a distorted, invisible wall. Now for the next round: a more stimulatory focused refinement. She repeated the process. The dark pupils shrunk back to roughly normal size. The drip of a leaky faucet at the nearby cantina became more sharp, even at its relative distance. Something rummaged through a dumpster nearby. Glancing to make sure it wasn’t one of the kids she knew, the auburn haired woman went back to meditation.

She leaned into the gentle vibrations of the duracrete. A taxi— no the disruption was too faint—perhaps a speeder bike… or distant demolition. A man stood smoking a block away. The musty scent of whatever he was smoking drew her focus, and she could not help feeling oddly frustrated, a sentiment he mirrored. The man swore foully and hung up the call on his commlink, mumbling to himself. Surely it was coincidence. His intrusion into her focus was the cause of the agitation. It was impossible to listen to the city when pricks like him polluted the place with their own problems, airing their frustrations for all the world to see. Adjusting her hat, Hagar rose from her squat and stretched. She would try again one he had left… perhaps even try to make the litter scattered on the ground twitch… but that was her secret.

 

[Sarnai Sunstrider]

Sarnai walked quietly through the streets of Nar Shaddaa, hands in her coat pockets. Nar Shaddaa wasn't usually cold this far up, the heat from dark and gritty industries pumped up and provided a natural sort of geothermal energy to warm this level. However, the night was late and the sky was dark with the smog from the previous work period. The droids and machines may work tirelessly, but they could not be the only laborers. Power and maintenance were expensive, neither of which were required from refugee labor. Of course, that is not to say there was not steam nor heat nor work, only that it slowed at night.

Freeing the oppressed and saving the downtrodden were not Sarnai's goals here today. The pain this moon radiated was something she had to close herself off to when she visited. Its essence, raw and unfiltered, were akin to a swoop engine laying on a bare chest. Suffocating, dirty, and helpful to no one until great effort was exercised to lift it off. No, Sarnai was here for a ship. Specifically she was looking for a TL-2000 Light Freighter.

Of course, she let the Force take her wherever it would and tonight, the Force dictated she be lost. The freighter could be found whenever, she supposed, and if she need be lost then perhaps there was something, or someone, to be found. Running a hand through her long red hair, she stopped for a moment to listen in to the Force. Opening herself up to the pain, and discovery, she waited for something to waft by her senses.

"Ah, I see you."

Moving towards a cantina, strategically placed nearby a District Office of Corrections, Sarnai continued walking until she approached a young woman in a large hat. Stopping, instead of waving, she looked the woman up and down. A sly smile crept across Sarnai's face as she spoke, "Young woman, might I inquire as to what you are, attempting, to do?"

@Kestrel

 

[Hagar Landell]

Lithe fingers brushed the well-worn brim of the felted hat for the hundredth time, pushing it up, then down again, then up. Sensing something approaching her, Hagar tensed her muscles like an alley cat, ready to fight. Whoever had come to bother her would taste her fist in their mouth if they tried anything. It was her night off from the docks and…

The figure approached. All frustration immediately drained out of the woman, replaced by a sense of curiosity. This wasn’t any street rat or gang rep there for ‘recruitment’, nor was it an officer so far as she could tell. The only other type who frequented the place were the patrons of the seedy cantina, but something about the approaching lady’s posture suggested her to be an unlikely candidate. Just as intriguingly, she displayed no surprise at running into a young woman deep within the twisting maze of alleys. Instead, she smiled wryly and asked Hagar’s business. Hagar pressed her lips into a thin smile, a sign of good humor with a veiled warning: I don’t pick fights, but I don’t back down from them, either. If the woman knew the streets, she would understand.

“Ai migh‘ ask you the same, seein’ as you ain’t a local.” It was an educated gamble, she likely was not a native of the moon, but there was no way of knowing— it wasn’t precisely the tourism area of the gilded mood either. “If you must know, Ai was just enjoying the night. Up here, in this solitude, you can almos’ and not hear the cry of prison workers in chains and kids lyin’ about their age so they can work and die to bring their family a few hundred credits a month. Ai like just listening, absorbing the atmosphere. The moon has its own story to tell.” Embarrassed at waxing somewhat sentimental, she exhaled sharply. Kriffing spice left her with no filter. Hopefully she wouldn’t say anything stupid to the Stranger.

@Black Noise

 

[Sarnai Sunstrider]

Sarnai watched the woman closely as she spoke, a sly smile creeping across her face all the while. The redhead studied every aspect of this kid's face, blue eyes, freckles, auburn hair, a natural beauty slowly eroding away from the muck, violence, and drugs of the galaxy around her. The girl spoke in an almost poetic manner about the darkness and pain of the smuggler's moon, but her words revealed more than she perhaps intended.

Reaching her hand out as the kid finished talking, Sarnai nodded thoughtfully and called a rock from the ground up into her hand. The Force caused the pebble to fly up as if yanked by an invisible string and Sarnai, quietly, turned it over back and forth in her hand. Looking at the kid, she introduced herself, "I'm Sarnai, it is an immense pleasure to meet you. You are correct, indeed, you can 'almost' not hear the cries of prison workers, nor the children who deceive overseers willing to look the other way to feed their starving families..."

Sarnai smiled again, a sly, cruel smile, as she continued speaking, "However, you can hear it, if you listen. As I can plainly observe, you are listening. I am listening too. With every step one takes, every breath, every fleeting moment, this moon exudes pain. Even in this rock, there is-" Sarnai stopped, using the Force to look deep into the rock's history. It did not take long to find what she wanted, "There is pain. A young man died on this very spot a week ago, an overdose if I see correctly. Ah, forgive me. I have taken too much of your time. Perhaps we shall speak another time."

At that, Sarnai turned to leave. As she turned, she flicked the rock up and floated in above the palm of her hand. A meaningless, small action for Sarnai, but she made sure that the young woman would be able to see it if she was looking. In truth, Sarnai did not intend for their conversation to end here, but she wanted to coax a little more eagerness out of the young, clearly force sensitive, girl.

@Kestrel

 

[Hagar Landell]

Running her tongue along her teeth thoughtfully, Hagar listened to what the other woman had to say. Typically, any advice from strangers was to be taken with a grain of salt. Everyone had an agenda, and despite her best efforts, the fact that she was just a kid on the street made her the object of attempted charity and deception alike. Sarnai obviously had an agenda— no outsiders wandered the back alleys of Nar Shaddaa for the scenery— but atleast she was willing to be upfront about it. That, Hagar respected.

Naturally, the young woman had immediately noticed the casual thing Sarnai had done with the rock. The crumbled concrete debris had flown up into her hand as if, for a moment, gravity had been reversed. Her attempt to veil her surprise was half-hearted, but not entirely amiss. It was rude to stare, even if one’s new acquaintance was performing party tricks. Still, something stirred in the pit of Hagar’s stomach. The effortless ease with which the rock was manipulated, the way the not-tourist turned it around in her hand made it clear it was all a display. But why? Surely, Sarnai couldn’t know. She had been so careful. Did this have something to do with the angry man?

Bemusement began to shift into fear. Hagar’s eyes darted around to make sense of it all, half hoping someone would shake her awake and scold her for buying the cheap stuff because someone had mixed it all up and she had gotten the wrong dose. The dread of being discovered when she didn’t understand herself was a fever dream, leaving only a pounding heart and stiff joints in reality. The stranger’s wry tone felt as if it bore through her. Somehow, this woman knew. Her too-tight, pinching boots told her it was not a dream.

Sarnai continued the show, echoing back Hagar’s words, smiling all the while, the feline glint in her eyes indicating she knew the girl’s uneasiness. It had been Hagar’s own mistake. Rather than listening, she had talked, rasped out some sort of deep reflection in an attempt at sounding wise. Now, because of her foolishness, it was Sarnai who had the upper hand and Sarnai who had Hagar’s attention. As she walked away, the young woman couldn’t help but play into the stranger’s hands. If she had been caught, bested, it would do her no good to slink away. Instead she would learn, practice, perfect. Then she might be the one others chased after.

“It’s only just past midnight, and Ai ’ave as much time as Ai please. Ai do ‘ave some questions though, and a challenge. Someone dies on every corner of these streets e’ry other day. You could’ve made that up. Try this instead.” From inside a deep pocket in a worn coat, Hagar pulled out a dried flower.

@Black Noise

 

[Sarnai Sunstrider]

The girl had fallen for Sarnai's trap, though the older woman couldn't say she was surprised. This young being held potential within the Force. It was the Force that brought them together. It was the Force that they would, inevitably, discuss. Everything in the galaxy ran towards the predetermined end of destiny and balance. Sarnai was content with surfing the waves until her eventual end; for in those waves came great wonders. This woman could very easily be a great wonder, a beautiful flower waiting to bloom, and she intended to see the execution of that bloom.

Even if it meant prying the petals open herself.

Sarnai almost laughed as the flower was revealed, her internal monologue and metaphors taking on a physical form right before her eyes. Reaching out to take the little, dried thing, Sarnai nodded and replied, "Of course, I could have fabricated that tale for you. But a challenge, you say?" A challenge for her, the detective would be lying if she said she wasn't immediately fascinated by such tests of skill. It was a driving force behind her joining the Coruscant Defense Force in the first place after all.

Closing her eyes, Sarnai gently ran her finger across a petal of the flower. She looked for the strongest memory within the object. Objects, sounds, feelings took shape within her mind's eye, and she described to Hagar what she saw. "This, oh my. How precious. I observe a woman, plucking this from an expensive garden. She dashes to return to a clinic where I see a young girl, so very sick. The woman, all red hair and curls beneath a thick layer of filth, hands the flower to a nurse. She, oh, she leaves the child."

Sarnai's heart softened ever so slightly, the personality of a sly lothcat dropped for a moment as a single sentence slipped out under her breath, "You too, were abandoned?" Straightening and stiffening, Sarnai held back out the dried flower. The sneaky grin slipped back over her and she spoke again with confidence, "It appears to me that you may have trapped my rampant emotions as well. Speak with me, do you wish to learn about the Force?"

@Kestrel

 

[Hagar Landell]

The woman’s presence filled Hagar with unease and an insatiable curiosity. She knew Sarnai could whip out a blaster, kill her in an instant. No one would even find her missing for days. More likely, the woman would offer her something, an offer too good to be true, and Hagar would be tethered to the allegiance of another until the debt was paid. That was how the galaxy worked. If one was not strong enough to make their own allies, they would inevitably have their enemies chosen for them. Hagar’s own back was young and strong, but weary from having to stand too straight among the respectable folk, then bend to carry their burdens and dirty work. Still… an aquaintence with a wit to rival her own was hard to come by. There was a fine line between being clever and pretentious, and somehow Sarnai seemed to walk it without wavering.

The street urchin’s eyes still remained shadowed under her beloved hat, but she cringed almost imperceptibly at Sarnai’s offhand comment. Precious. What did she know? There was precious about a flower plucked by a guilty mother. She had been a burden to the family, according to her case report. Perhaps those weren’t the exact words, but that was the implication. As if a flower could make up for the days spent alone and scared. Despite the grief it carried, Hagar seemed unable to let it go. It wasn’t for the love of a woman she hardly knew, but it was from that woman’s love. There hadn’t been flowers on Bracca— the soil was too acidic and the atmosphere too hostile. The flowers there couldn’t survive.

But Hagar wasn’t a karking flower. She wasn’t docile, sweet and soft. She simply couldn’t afford to have the pride to be by herself any longer. Honor and dignity were for heros, and while she might salvage scraps of them, she would keep her head low until the day she could stand on her own two feet and reliably win her fights without luck or an edge from spice.

“Was it really red, my mother’s hair? Ai can’t say Ai remember that specific detail.” The girl’s mouth slipped downwards into a slight frown, her brow furrowed. Sarnai wasn’t lying, and she had proved that with the equivalent of a gut punch. There were so many memories in that flower. Her first kiss, one of the little one’s birthday celebrations, her first job. Yet the original memory remained the strongest. “Ai wouldn’t normally be keen to give out my life story to strangers, but I’m not entirely sure you’d even count as a stranger anymore, seein’ all you know.“ Her tone softened. “Ai was abandoned. Or confiscated, but Ai was abandoned long before they decided Ai needed a home where Ai wasn’t breathing toxins.” She took back the flower. “It seems we strays have a way of finding each other. You were abandoned, too?”-there was a note of sincerity-“I’m sorry.

“But what you said about the Force, if that’s what you use- Ai do wish to learn.“


@Black Noise

 

[Sarnai Sunstrider]

Sarnai studied the woman's face as she spoke, watching her emotions much like someone would carefully watch the slight changes in posture in an animal. It wasn't that Sarnai thought less of Hagar, rather that Sarnai simply had a difficult time empathizing with others. Even now, speaking to someone with which she possibly shared the most in common, she felt it difficult to entirely see her as human. But a lock that Hagar had found the key to within Sarnai was a genuine desire and attempt to see her as a person.

It was with this in mind that Sarnai asked Hagar a question with a genuine desire to know the answer. "Do tell me, before we speak any further, what is your name?"

If Hagar answered truthfully, and Sarnai would be able to tell, then there would be more down the line for the younger woman to know. But even if she lied, Sarnai's next words would remain the same. "Do not apologize to me for my story, though we share more similarities than differences." Laughing, she pointed at Hagar, "Bracca-" Then to herself, "Meet Lotho Minor, one toxic world to another."

Beckoning, Sarnai motioned for Hagar to follow her. Walking and speaking was a common and powerful way for Sarnai to maintain control of a conversation. A physical manifestation of their verbal communication being lead by her, and it allowed for Sarnai to take Hagar somewhere specific. "I have something to show you, a place you might know. I desire for you to see it in a different light. The Force is a beautiful thing, and a powerful weapon, but it cannot be seen simply as one or the other. You must engage with the entire body of the beast if you are to control it. This world, and our homeworlds as well, are excellent examples of one side of the Force that many Jedi are unable to grasp."

As she spoke, walking and talking, Sarnai led Hagar towards an elevator shaft tucked away behind the nearby cantina. She entered the elevator and, once Hagar had followed, shut the manual cage door behind her. With the press of a button, she began their descent.

@Kestrel

 

[Hagar Landell]

“Hagar,” The girl answered plainly. She had no reason to lie, but there was little reason to elaborate with a last name either. She had never had the time or credits to change it, and the family name felt both vestigial and distantly sacred. To be rid of it to spite her family seemed wrong, but some deep thing inside her felt as if she couldn’t care less. Still…then she would have to change it to something, associate herself with a new family, provided that family would ever find her.

“Ai apologized mainly in sympathy, but not pity. Ai do not feel bad for you, because clearly you are doing well for yourself regardless.” Running a hand through her tangled, rust-red hair, Hagar‘s eyes mirrored Sarnai’s observing their every move. With two empaths, a game of deception was unwise. Just as the woman from Lotho Minor would know if she lied, she would likely sense if there was anything off with her new acquaintance. That was unless Sarnai had been explicitly deceitful since their meeting, in which case nothing would seem out of the ordinary. It was always more difficult to tell with strangers, but in most contexts, Hagar tended to assume their neutral state was truthful.

Tentatively at first, the girl followed Sarnai, listening to her instruction on the Force. In all the holobroadcasts Hagar had seen, all of the cheap novels she had read, the Force was used for feats of strength, to help the heroic Jedi make incredible rooftop leaps and the evil Sith predict their opponent’s next move. She could perhaps, if she truly concentrated, lift a small rock, but she wasn‘t some superhuman. The gut sense the woman had about the way others felt seemed entirely different. Nevertheless, Sarnai was clearly more knowledgeable on the topic, so she followed, questions brimming as she began to pick up the pace.

“What do you want?” The question echoed in the confined space of the elevator. “You’ve been nothin’ but kind to me so Ai owe you. But the only other strangers who were kind were the ones that came to the community house, that pitied me and would give me old clothes so they could feel better about themselves. Ai don’t abide with pity. If Ai’m weak, I can grow stronger, but pity keeps the sheltered defenseless, sit nothin’ to call their own. Ai want something to call my own.”

@Black Noise

 

[Sarnai Sunstrider]

A genuine laugh bubbled up from inside Sarnai after Hagar finished speaking. Covering her mouth with her hand, Sarnai attempted to stifle it quickly, but she really couldn't help herself. Looking up at the top of the elevator, she watched a small flipboard slowly flap as it counted down the levels they descended. 505-500-495-490, and on and on, watching the numbers and regaining her composure, Sarnai looked over at Hagar and smiled.

"Pity you? I would not disgrace you with such a terrible opinion. Though you are refreshingly self aware of your own state of being. You say 'if I'm weak' but to even consider that thought is to acknowledge its truth. To acknowledge your own inherent weakness is a feat I have seen many struggle with."

The elevator shuddered, stopping on level 305. They were considerably deeper within Nar Shaddaa now, but still so very high above the 'surface' of the world. Pulling the metal grate aside, Sarnai stepped out of the elevator and into a small durasteel room, barren of furnishings. On the right, a small ramp lead down to another floor that Sarnai promptly ignored. She opted instead to open the next door, leading directly outside and towards a large landing pad.

This far down, landing pads were used mainly by residential pilots, transport ships, and smugglers. The wind whistled violently through the relatively tight spaces between the hundreds of levels of skyscrapers all around. Unlike Coruscant, pilots rarely followed safe speed rules down here. As a result, every few minutes a massive blast of wind would hit the platform from nearby larger vessels flying by, threatening to knock anyone standing on the platform to their death below.

Walking out on the platform, Sarnai beckoned Hagar to follow her towards the end. "Let me be frank and speak plainly, I am seeking an apprentice. I am willing to take you on, if you wish to learn. I will make you strong, and your strength will be your own. However, there must be a bond of trust between us like no other. Stand with me."

At that, Sarnai moved to the edge of the platform, stopping merely a foot from its edge.

@Kestrel

 

[Hagar Landell]

Slightly taken aback at Sarnai’s laughter, Hagar floundered in the awkward state between embarrassment and confusion. She had not intended to be funny, but clearly something had amused the woman greatly. She felt as if she should be offended that her new friend— if she could be called a friend at all— found sincere evaluation on the effects of pity nothing but a joke, but something in Sarnai’s body language told her she hadn’t meant to demean. Still, even if she had, Hagar wasn’t about to hedge her bets in an enclosed elevator shaft against a woman clearly skilled in the force.

The time it took the detective to calm down could be measured by that which it took for Hagar to turn a shade of crimson of similar hue to her hair, or a descent of fifteen floors. Both seemed equally long. The younger woman fanned herself with her hat. Sarnai had finally composed herself and offered a bluntly honest reassurance. Biting back a wise retort about self-awareness and strength, Hagar instead took a deep breath. No reason to pick a fight. It had all been going so well. “Erm. Thank you.”

The elevator stopped with a sharp screech of metal at level 305, grate opening to reveal a room only barely larger than itself. The place smelled vaguely musty, though it was unclear if it was simply the lingering scent of the rickety elevator or the perpetual damp haze of the lower levels. The shock of the breeze and wide open space when the door was opened, therefore, led Hagar to pause in the doorway.

Another not-too-gentle wind blew her hair into a mess of loose strands. The source of the disturbance rose from below: an old looking hover taxi which was going significantly over the reasonable speed limit for any docking zone.

Sarnai strode fearlessly out to the center, then the edge of the landing pad. At the word apprentice, Hagar took a step forward. The fear of being betrayed, tricked, made laughingstock crept up. Surely this woman wasn’t so desperate- but she wasn’t a complete con either. Each step forward gave an exhilarating thrill. She may have been too trusting, but she was no coward, and no fear of shame could keep her sheltered in the doorway. The hope that perhaps, just maybe there was a small chance that the dizziness she felt was just the height and that she could learn propelled her further towards the edge. Standing next to Sarnai, she reached to clasp the other woman’s forearm firmly.

“I trust you, but if you push me, my trust won’t be worth much, so it’s best we both go down. An apprenticeship goes two ways, after all.”

@Black Noise

 

[Sarnai Sunstrider]

Sarnai looked directly at Hagar as the younger woman grasped her forearm, smiling, "We go down together? Are you certain?"

Suddenly, Sarnai used the hand at the end of her forearm to grasp Hagar's shirt and jacket with intense strength, heaving the woman over the edge and holding her aloft. The movement was intensely quick, backed by a surge of energy harnessed through the Force. Utilizing the Force to give her strength, Sarnai held Hagar like a small child over the edge of the balcony as another small vessel whipped by, blasting the pair with wind.

Sarnai, unmoving and unwavering, shouted over the sudden din of sound, "Hear me! Are you afraid?! You should be! I will drop you! Grasp hold of that fear and panic, let it fuel you! The energy of pain, fear, and mania pulses through every heartbeat of this fucking planet! Use it! Reach out and pull yourself into me, or die-!"

At, 'or die-!' Sarnai would physically let Hagar go. Not that it really mattered. Sarnai was holding Hagar with the Force, whether or not her hand grasped her at this point was moot. She had no intention of allowing Hagar to plummet to her death, but she needed the woman to believe that was what was about to happen. This was the defining moment of a Force user's beginning in training, the life or death situation where natural talent and survival instinct overtook all thought.

Every Force user had this moment, even Sarnai herself. Her Elder, her Master, threw her into the jaws of a Fire-breather back on Lotho Minor. He told her he had never actually let her go, but Sarnai didn't believe that at the time-or now- and that was the point. She reached out with the Force for the first real time, yanking herself back to solid ground. Perhaps his methods were more eccentric than most, definitively more eccentric than the Jedi. But Sarnai was no Jedi, and her methods were would not be anything less than what she was taught.

@Kestrel

 

[Hagar Landell]

Something was off. Although the detective smiled at Hagar, it felt as if the pressure in the air had suddenly dropped. Her firm grip had become vice-like, despite the fact that the girl was attempting to relax, every muscle in her body rebelling, warning her.

"We go down together? Are you certain?" The bubble of eerie calm popped. Pressure and distant sound flooded back.

Suddenly, faster than the urchin could cut a line of spice, Sarnai had seized Hagar. Lifting her with no more effort than if she were a child playing with a rag-doll, the woman dangled her over the yawning chasm beyond the platform. Fear pulsed cold and sharp through every inch of Hagar’s body. She tried to scream, but her breath had been knocked out of her lungs. Even if she had screamed, the roaring engines of the ship approaching would have drowned out her voice. Long legs kicked in vain, trying to push through the atmosphere out of the sheer panic to survive.

"Hear me!“ The voice was harsh and high. “Are you afraid?! You should be! I will drop you!“ Yes. She was terrified. The sound of Hagar’s heart beat deafeningly loud in her ears. Her previously pinpoint pupils had expanded to twice their typical size. Any semblance of dignity vanished, replaced by the sheer fighting will to live. No one had dignity on the brink of death. Dignity was surrender. She would give everything she had to be back on the platform. “Grasp hold of that fear and panic, let it fuel you! Use it! Reach out and pull yourself into me, or die-!"

Then Sarnai let go. A wave of terror crashed over Hagar, but even before the wave had receded, terror shifted into desperation. A sharp pain ripped through Hagar‘s chest, as if someone had driven a vibroblade into it. She would not die on this forsaken moon. She could have been found a hundred times in a ditch but she hadn’t and she wasn’t going to karking well give in now. No one would even know she was gone. The pain and need for vengeance of the forgotten rose within the girl. She had heard their desperate cries ‘just a few credits, please’, ‘don‘t hurt me’, ‘listen to my prayer’, heard their pleas now. Squeezing her eyes shut, heedless of the tear rolling down her cheek, Hagar reached out and pulled herself towards Sarnai with every bit or rage she had left.

She landed hard, sprawled and likely bruised. Desperation shifted quickly to anger. Scrambling back onto the platform fully, the girl lept up agilely and dealt a swift punch to her new teacher’s stomach, right below her ribs. “Perhaps now, since you have seen my heart and Ai have taken your breath, we might understand each other. You were cruel. Ai know cruelty has it’s purpose, but Ai sincerely hope for both of our sakes, that is the last time you will demonstrate it with me.“

@Black Noise