(ooc: This thread is et during the battle of coruscant, main aim is to show the civilian side of things)
Scream's of fear and terror echoed throughout the streets of Coruscant. Shouting in unison, seemingly capable of shaking the planet off of it's axis. Fire reigned down from the sky, the debris from the battle above them. Towers once prosperous and graceful, now burned in the fires of war and conequest.
Deep in the undersectors of coruscant, crime syndicates and petty thugs alike ran through the streets. Casting Coruscanti citizens aside trying to find out what all the commotion was about. But to be so far down in the underbelly of coruscant, was to never see the sky that graced its cloudy atmoshpere.
In the midst of the chaos stood a twi'lek female. The screams of panic and concern had awoken her in the loft above her tattoo parlour. And now she stood scantily clad in her brown and black garb. She did not move, or scream as the others did. She just stood and looked up at the sky, at a paticulair point in the undersector, where the graceful skies where visible.
She knew the fight, or something else in line with it would campaign againsnt the citizens of coruscant. And this concernd her. She was a thief of sorts, but not your averag thief. She went after high contract objects and artifacts. But she also kept up apperances in her tattoo parlour. Giving her an alliby anytime the authorites followeds her i nthe midst of her daily rituals.
But now she was neither a tattoist nor a thief. Now she had to be a survivor, and survivors needed to be strong. But she knew she couldnt do it alone. She suddenly set off at a run towards one of the more profitable bars. She knew some merc's and brutish types that frequented the establishment.
And maybe they could help in the tidings to come.