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It had been a few weeks since Sufi had left home, and things were not exactly going as well as she'd hoped. She'd rented herself a small apartment in an area that was several notches below what she'd been used to her entire life, but was surprised to find out that even that was quite expensive considering how little credits she had left. In hindsight, blowing almost all of her money on a high quality set of gear before even having a single job or contract was probably not the wisest decision. Apparently, finding work when you didn't have any experience or contacts was surprisingly difficult, even in the darker parts of the city. Sufi was managing to scrape by so far by hitting the various casinos and card rooms in her area, but she hadn't yet mastered the arts of gambling to the point where she could make a large and constant income from it.
Regardless of her financial situation, she wanted to get out and forge her own path through the galaxy, not stagnate on Coruscant for ever. Sufi loved Galactic City, but she knew that it was time to break out of her comfort zone and explore as many of the different avenues of life as possible. Leaving her father and friends behind had already been very difficult, and distancing herself away from her home even further certainly wasn't going to make things any easier, but it was just one of those things that Sufi felt needed to be done. It was going to be hard in the moment, but it would surely pay off in the long run. With that in mind, she quit her job, packed her suitcase once again and handed her keycard as well as her final monthly payment to her landlord.
Completely determined to go through with her choice, Sufi briskly made her way towards the nearest spaceport, finding herself in surprisingly high spirits. It wasn't until she'd actually made it there and could actually see all of the ships that the full scope of what she was about to do really hit her. She didn't like second guessing herself as she tended to psyche herself out unnecessarily when she did, but it was pretty much impossible to block all of those thoughts from circulating through her mind. In a matter of minutes, she'd gone from feeling excited and happy to becoming an apprehensive mess. Sufi paced around frantically under the long black cloak and hood that she was wearing, trying to weigh the pros and cons of her potential departure over and over in her head. Thinking about things in such a logical and structured fashion definitely wasn't her strong suit, either, so she wasn't really accomplishing much other than perhaps looking a bit crazy to people who were passing by.
After a while, Sufi managed to get a hold of herself thanks to a self-inflicted and much needed slap across the face. Back to her usual self or at least pretty close to it, she stormed off with renewed vigor in search of the first decent looking ship that she could find. It didn't need to be some sort of five star cruise liner, but some of the ships looked like they were barely being held together by a few layers of duct tape and she wasn't really comfortable enough with space travel to even think about stepping foot on them. It wasn't too long until Sufi came across the massive and sturdy looking Turhaya, which inspired her with much more confidence than any of the previous vessels she'd checked out. It was a bit somber and ominous looking, but she couldn't be too picky unless she wanted to spend the entire night in the starport.
As she approached the docking bay where the Turhaya was parked, Sufi could make out several dock workers loading and unloading crates and other containers from the cargo hold, as well as one person overseeing them. As she got closer, she was quite surprised to recognize the man in question as a Cathar. Sufi had only seen a few of them in her life, and all of them had looked quite wild and disheveled, but this one seemed to be considerably more put together than she was. Quite intriguing, to say the least.
"Hi, excuse me!" Sufi greeted him with what probably seemed like slightly excessive enthusiasm. Shut up! Stop sounding so nervous, she chided herself mentally while the Cathar turned to face her. "Uhm, yeah, I was just looking to get to...well I'm not too sure yet, I guess any planet with a major city would do. I can pay, I've got one thousand credits!" she blurted out impulsively right before realizing her folly. Shrewd bargaining skills, idiot! Deciding that it was probably better if she just stopped talking before doing herself any more disfavors, Sufi just pulled her cloak a bit more tightly around herself while awaiting his reply. Not everyone was all about the credits, she told herself, trying to remain positive. Besides, it wasn't as if it was the only ship in the entire starport, so even if things didn't work out it wasn't the end of the world.
Regardless of her financial situation, she wanted to get out and forge her own path through the galaxy, not stagnate on Coruscant for ever. Sufi loved Galactic City, but she knew that it was time to break out of her comfort zone and explore as many of the different avenues of life as possible. Leaving her father and friends behind had already been very difficult, and distancing herself away from her home even further certainly wasn't going to make things any easier, but it was just one of those things that Sufi felt needed to be done. It was going to be hard in the moment, but it would surely pay off in the long run. With that in mind, she quit her job, packed her suitcase once again and handed her keycard as well as her final monthly payment to her landlord.
Completely determined to go through with her choice, Sufi briskly made her way towards the nearest spaceport, finding herself in surprisingly high spirits. It wasn't until she'd actually made it there and could actually see all of the ships that the full scope of what she was about to do really hit her. She didn't like second guessing herself as she tended to psyche herself out unnecessarily when she did, but it was pretty much impossible to block all of those thoughts from circulating through her mind. In a matter of minutes, she'd gone from feeling excited and happy to becoming an apprehensive mess. Sufi paced around frantically under the long black cloak and hood that she was wearing, trying to weigh the pros and cons of her potential departure over and over in her head. Thinking about things in such a logical and structured fashion definitely wasn't her strong suit, either, so she wasn't really accomplishing much other than perhaps looking a bit crazy to people who were passing by.
After a while, Sufi managed to get a hold of herself thanks to a self-inflicted and much needed slap across the face. Back to her usual self or at least pretty close to it, she stormed off with renewed vigor in search of the first decent looking ship that she could find. It didn't need to be some sort of five star cruise liner, but some of the ships looked like they were barely being held together by a few layers of duct tape and she wasn't really comfortable enough with space travel to even think about stepping foot on them. It wasn't too long until Sufi came across the massive and sturdy looking Turhaya, which inspired her with much more confidence than any of the previous vessels she'd checked out. It was a bit somber and ominous looking, but she couldn't be too picky unless she wanted to spend the entire night in the starport.
As she approached the docking bay where the Turhaya was parked, Sufi could make out several dock workers loading and unloading crates and other containers from the cargo hold, as well as one person overseeing them. As she got closer, she was quite surprised to recognize the man in question as a Cathar. Sufi had only seen a few of them in her life, and all of them had looked quite wild and disheveled, but this one seemed to be considerably more put together than she was. Quite intriguing, to say the least.
"Hi, excuse me!" Sufi greeted him with what probably seemed like slightly excessive enthusiasm. Shut up! Stop sounding so nervous, she chided herself mentally while the Cathar turned to face her. "Uhm, yeah, I was just looking to get to...well I'm not too sure yet, I guess any planet with a major city would do. I can pay, I've got one thousand credits!" she blurted out impulsively right before realizing her folly. Shrewd bargaining skills, idiot! Deciding that it was probably better if she just stopped talking before doing herself any more disfavors, Sufi just pulled her cloak a bit more tightly around herself while awaiting his reply. Not everyone was all about the credits, she told herself, trying to remain positive. Besides, it wasn't as if it was the only ship in the entire starport, so even if things didn't work out it wasn't the end of the world.