Song was on the hunt. The Free Worlds Alliance had released several bounties to the public, petty criminals and smugglers up for capture, and Song was all hands on deck. If she wanted to earn a reputation for herself, she needed to prove it.
For starters, she would have to deal with a spice dealer by the name of Duermo, who, according to bounty records, was laying low on a remote Outer-Rim world, assuming he was safe and out of reach.
He was dead wrong.
Her ship parked outside a small outpost, a resting stop for spacefaring travelers and native inhabitants, Song passed under a stone gateway and onto the gravel streets. One or two locals looked at her with a touch of suspicion but she could care less about what they thought. What she was after wasn’t their love and respect, but their cooperation. What she wanted was Duermo.
“Hey,” she said, in a deep and low voice, to a vendor on the street. “Where’s the cantina?”
The Rodian looked like he was going to piss himself. It took a second for him to recoup and point over to a wide building at the street’s end. Nodding gratefully, she tossed him a single credit in a rare gesture of generosity, then she went on her way.
At the foot of cantina, a door swished open. Grey light from outside mixed with the neon from inside, and as Song stepped past the threshold, she noticed more than a few eyes were looking at her. With nothing but the sound of her boots against the floor, she found an open seat at the bar and slipped in.
She flagged down the bartender. Not just for a drink, but she had a few questions to ask too.
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For starters, she would have to deal with a spice dealer by the name of Duermo, who, according to bounty records, was laying low on a remote Outer-Rim world, assuming he was safe and out of reach.
He was dead wrong.
Her ship parked outside a small outpost, a resting stop for spacefaring travelers and native inhabitants, Song passed under a stone gateway and onto the gravel streets. One or two locals looked at her with a touch of suspicion but she could care less about what they thought. What she was after wasn’t their love and respect, but their cooperation. What she wanted was Duermo.
“Hey,” she said, in a deep and low voice, to a vendor on the street. “Where’s the cantina?”
The Rodian looked like he was going to piss himself. It took a second for him to recoup and point over to a wide building at the street’s end. Nodding gratefully, she tossed him a single credit in a rare gesture of generosity, then she went on her way.
At the foot of cantina, a door swished open. Grey light from outside mixed with the neon from inside, and as Song stepped past the threshold, she noticed more than a few eyes were looking at her. With nothing but the sound of her boots against the floor, she found an open seat at the bar and slipped in.
She flagged down the bartender. Not just for a drink, but she had a few questions to ask too.
@llamallove