Clean.
The surface of Coruscant was many things. Gorgeous, breathtaking, radiant and safe. But most of all, it was clean. Everything about Coruscant's exterior was meticulously crafted to look as pristine and unblemished as possible; it must look like a utopia in every sense of the word to onlookers. Underneath this finely crafted facade of towering, glistening, perfection sits a dark, seedy underworld that the surface dwellers of Coruscant pretend does not exist. They pretend, with their parties and penthouses, that everyone on Coruscant experiences the same life of luxury that they do. Maybe they do it in order to make themselves feel better, or perhaps it is a product of ignorance. No matter what they think, they could not begin to fathom just how different it was in the lower parts of the city, how dangerous it was. How scary it was. How dark it was. How filthy it was.
Of all the things that Mikey missed the most about the surface, it was how clean it was. Having only recently ventured into the undercity he still wasn't used to how gross and dusty everything was. Everywhere he stepped, he kicked up dust. Every surface he put his hand on left his hand covered in soot and dirt. He hated it, he liked it better when he could sit anywhere and never even worry about dirt. He also hated all the walking. He had to walk everywhere down here. If he wanted to find a place he actually had to look for it. He liked it better when he could just search up where to go, or get someone to take him there. Mikey sighed, he knew he probably shouldn't complain about such superfluous things, especially given where he is. Most people down here have probably never even seen the sun after all. Ugh, the sun! Chalk that up to another thing Mikey yearned for. God how he hated looking up and seeing steel and wires. He was brought up in luxury and couldn't help but yearn for it once again.
He shook his head silently. He knew that if he wanted that to achieve that luxury again he would have to spend a lot more time down here and get to work. 'Ugh, work' he thought to himself. He stepped forward, finally getting on with his task. He knew what he had to do. There was a Rodian down here that sold electronics to his boss; he suddenly stopped and needed to start selling again, hopefully at a discount now for the inconvenience it caused. Mikey had never done this before, but he'd seen more than enough movies where someone got held up. Couldn't be that hard, right?
Mikey turned right into a side street where his target should be located. The street was narrow, uncomfortably so, with shops sporadically lining both sides of the street. Few of the shops had working lights. The shop directly to his right had one light above the door which flickered intermittently, sometimes bathing the street in a pale blue light, sometimes submerging it in darkness. Thankfully, there was no one else in the street, Mikey didn't want to talk to anyone he didn't have to. He walked further down the street, straining his eyes against the darkness to try and locate his target. Eventually, after stepping into something that Mikey didn't want to think about, he found his mark: a small shop about halfway into the street with a sign that reads "Qyem Zta's esoteric electronics".
The auto door let out a sharp grinding sound as it scraped against its own frame, struggling to open at all. Mikey squeezed inside with little difficulty and was finally in the belly of the beast. The shop was small and cramped. Shoulder-height shelves covered most of the floor space in the store and wires hung from the ceiling. The shelves were littered with all manner of broken technology: busted holopads, cameras without lenses, a singular hovercar engine with a strange substance covering it and what appears to have once been some kind of musical instrument akin to a piano, but it has been so badly damaged now that it can barely even be called rubbish. Maneuvering his way to the front of the store, Mikey finally placed his eyes on his target: Qyem. The Rodian was wearing tattered clothing and mindlessly playing with a bent nail. He looked up in a combination of surprise and exasperated, clearly vexed over the fact that someone had interrupted his playtime with the nail.
Mikey stepped up to the counter and stood silently for a moment, pondering how exactly he was going to do this.
"Welcome to Qyem Zta's Esoteric Electronics. What do you want" the Rodian spat.
Mikey paused. Still unsure of what to do. Do people usually say things before they point a gun at someone? He couldn't think of any interesting one-liners from movies he had seen and decided that perhaps the best course of action was the easiest one. He drew his Pioneer slug pistol and aimed it at the Rodian.
"Ah shit, you robbing me?" Qyem instinctively, but calmly, raised his hands. This was probably not the first time he'd been stuck up before.
"I think the more accurate term is extortion since I'm not taking any of your items for myself, but am instead using violence or the threat of violence to secure an outcome" Mikey clarified, perhaps unnecessarily.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"They're very similar admittedly, so I understand why you'd make that mistake. This certainly feels like a robbery'
"More for me than for you I suspect"
"Hah, true" Mikey chuckled, gun still pointed at his target. An awkward silence came over the two as Mikey was unsure if he needed to do something else first, or simply make his demands and be done with it. In this moment of awkward silence, someone may have the opportunity to interrupt Mikey as he commits his very first crime.
The surface of Coruscant was many things. Gorgeous, breathtaking, radiant and safe. But most of all, it was clean. Everything about Coruscant's exterior was meticulously crafted to look as pristine and unblemished as possible; it must look like a utopia in every sense of the word to onlookers. Underneath this finely crafted facade of towering, glistening, perfection sits a dark, seedy underworld that the surface dwellers of Coruscant pretend does not exist. They pretend, with their parties and penthouses, that everyone on Coruscant experiences the same life of luxury that they do. Maybe they do it in order to make themselves feel better, or perhaps it is a product of ignorance. No matter what they think, they could not begin to fathom just how different it was in the lower parts of the city, how dangerous it was. How scary it was. How dark it was. How filthy it was.
Of all the things that Mikey missed the most about the surface, it was how clean it was. Having only recently ventured into the undercity he still wasn't used to how gross and dusty everything was. Everywhere he stepped, he kicked up dust. Every surface he put his hand on left his hand covered in soot and dirt. He hated it, he liked it better when he could sit anywhere and never even worry about dirt. He also hated all the walking. He had to walk everywhere down here. If he wanted to find a place he actually had to look for it. He liked it better when he could just search up where to go, or get someone to take him there. Mikey sighed, he knew he probably shouldn't complain about such superfluous things, especially given where he is. Most people down here have probably never even seen the sun after all. Ugh, the sun! Chalk that up to another thing Mikey yearned for. God how he hated looking up and seeing steel and wires. He was brought up in luxury and couldn't help but yearn for it once again.
He shook his head silently. He knew that if he wanted that to achieve that luxury again he would have to spend a lot more time down here and get to work. 'Ugh, work' he thought to himself. He stepped forward, finally getting on with his task. He knew what he had to do. There was a Rodian down here that sold electronics to his boss; he suddenly stopped and needed to start selling again, hopefully at a discount now for the inconvenience it caused. Mikey had never done this before, but he'd seen more than enough movies where someone got held up. Couldn't be that hard, right?
Mikey turned right into a side street where his target should be located. The street was narrow, uncomfortably so, with shops sporadically lining both sides of the street. Few of the shops had working lights. The shop directly to his right had one light above the door which flickered intermittently, sometimes bathing the street in a pale blue light, sometimes submerging it in darkness. Thankfully, there was no one else in the street, Mikey didn't want to talk to anyone he didn't have to. He walked further down the street, straining his eyes against the darkness to try and locate his target. Eventually, after stepping into something that Mikey didn't want to think about, he found his mark: a small shop about halfway into the street with a sign that reads "Qyem Zta's esoteric electronics".
The auto door let out a sharp grinding sound as it scraped against its own frame, struggling to open at all. Mikey squeezed inside with little difficulty and was finally in the belly of the beast. The shop was small and cramped. Shoulder-height shelves covered most of the floor space in the store and wires hung from the ceiling. The shelves were littered with all manner of broken technology: busted holopads, cameras without lenses, a singular hovercar engine with a strange substance covering it and what appears to have once been some kind of musical instrument akin to a piano, but it has been so badly damaged now that it can barely even be called rubbish. Maneuvering his way to the front of the store, Mikey finally placed his eyes on his target: Qyem. The Rodian was wearing tattered clothing and mindlessly playing with a bent nail. He looked up in a combination of surprise and exasperated, clearly vexed over the fact that someone had interrupted his playtime with the nail.
Mikey stepped up to the counter and stood silently for a moment, pondering how exactly he was going to do this.
"Welcome to Qyem Zta's Esoteric Electronics. What do you want" the Rodian spat.
Mikey paused. Still unsure of what to do. Do people usually say things before they point a gun at someone? He couldn't think of any interesting one-liners from movies he had seen and decided that perhaps the best course of action was the easiest one. He drew his Pioneer slug pistol and aimed it at the Rodian.
"Ah shit, you robbing me?" Qyem instinctively, but calmly, raised his hands. This was probably not the first time he'd been stuck up before.
"I think the more accurate term is extortion since I'm not taking any of your items for myself, but am instead using violence or the threat of violence to secure an outcome" Mikey clarified, perhaps unnecessarily.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"They're very similar admittedly, so I understand why you'd make that mistake. This certainly feels like a robbery'
"More for me than for you I suspect"
"Hah, true" Mikey chuckled, gun still pointed at his target. An awkward silence came over the two as Mikey was unsure if he needed to do something else first, or simply make his demands and be done with it. In this moment of awkward silence, someone may have the opportunity to interrupt Mikey as he commits his very first crime.
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