Raxus
Raxulon, The East Quad
Raxulon, The East Quad
The East Quad was a standard upper middle class area of Raxulon. The neighborhood Seven lived in was on the lower income spectrum of that. To most it would be off putting, but if you looked past the poorly maintained sidewalks and urban parks you'd see culture that wasn't apparent in the rest of the capital. For whatever reason, The East Quad was a melting pot in the uniformity of the Empire's capital, and Seven loved it. His apartment building was at the corner of 151st and Broad. There was a speakeasy in the basement and one of the best views of the Raxus urban sprawl from his balcony.
Seven stood there now, half-lidded baby blues lost in the constant miasmic undulation of the flashing neon's, speeders, and passersby. He took a drag off the cigarra hanging from his lip. He should be happy. He should be drinking like a fish and smoking like a chimney. He'd been assigned his first full operation. In a few days he'd be shipping off to Tatooine where his first objective was to infiltrate Peef Callo's gang.
No big deal.
He hadn't answered Levik. Seven was livid with himself for allowing Karn to take up the amount of mental space he had. He knew what his answer was, but when and how to deliver the news still eluded him. Easiest route would be just to ignore it. Feign getting blackout drunk that night or something stupid. He blew out a plume of smoke. If only Karn was the only thing he had to worry about tonight.
Seven's chrono buzzed and he took a parting drag on his cigarra before flicking it over the railing. His chrono buzzed again and he frowned. He looked down at the display and it showed his heart was racing. He scoffed.
Nervous over a girl, real cool Seven, he thought.
Seven stepped back into his apartment. He walked over to his record player and put on some music. He let the sultry tones of the music wash over him as he moved into his kitchen. The timer on his stove read fifteen minutes. His anxiety spiked. What in the hell? He could fly combat missions in the vacuum of space. He face down a crazed Ardeniann with a mini-gun turret, but cook for Six? That was just crazy. He shook his head. It was fine. Everything was fine. He chewed on the inside of his lip as he ran a hand through his loose curls. Seven was dressed simply navy button down over a white t-shirt and black jeans. He took one last look in the mirror and then flicked off the light. There was a buzz at his door and he took a deep breath.
For the first time in his life Sev—Jacen, was going to try and let someone in.
@Sreeya