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The ceiling swirled overhead in an array blue and grey as Tsu laid naked on the cot. For all its blankets and covers, the surface upon which she laid was a stiff and uncomfortable military-style suspension bed, hung from its four-legged metal frame. It was wider than its military predecessors, though barely wide enough to accommodate both Tsu and the man that lied next to her whose name she could not seem to recall.
She felt like she could see the stars just beyond the ceiling, but she knew it was just the saj she had inhaled. It was more potent, having been away from it for a while. It got the job done with fewer hits, and left seeing vibrant colors everywhere. Those stars, the ones on the ceiling-- she knew those weren't real, just another hallucination. That was common with most strains of saj.
Her head tilted as she tried to remember where she had put the vial that contained the drug, but all she saw instead was the man beside her getting up. He murmured something about needing to get going, started to put his pants on-- Tsu didn't care. Her brain struggled to find his name, but instead just came up with another's... Marcus.
The very reason she was here, that kriffing bastard. He was a poacher, a trapper, like those men that would lure vorn cats out of their lairs just to run then through with a hunting pike and skin them for their furs. And what was Tsu but an exotic game? She had tried not to care about him, to ignored those nagging little feelings of hers and turn away from him, but she was weak. Tsu had caved in to her own feelings against her better judgement, and once again she was reminded why her judgement was always worth following. Just as their relationship had gotten involved, Marcus stopped contacting her like he normally did, stopped responding to her messages. Time passed and her initial concern that he was hurt faded to the anger that he had probably just abandoned her.
And now, lying in a rental room on the Shogo Space Station in the Outer Rim, high on her old habits and sleeping with strange men, Tsu felt like her normal self again. But there was one problem... This time, she wasn't happy with it.
Not only had Marcus changed her life, he had changed her needs. Bitter and reeling, Tsu sat up.
The tavern was still fairly busy from the local trade traffic that normally passed through the Shogo station. The people and their swirling fuzzy faces were difficult to discern-- the effects of the saj were still wearing away, it seemed. The bartender recognized Tsu, a sign that she had spent entirely too much of her life in this room, and slid her a mug of her preferred spiced Corellian hotwine, her favorite drink of late.
She grasped the mug and shuffled her way to the only empty table she could find, slouching down into the chair. Her head was a mess, emotionally and literally; with her red-brown hair disheveled, her tank top wrinkled and her bra forsaken, she truly looked like she'd just woken. Her blaster was buckled onto her hip, but her feet were still bare-- honestly the walk from her room to the tavern was short, so she didn't mind chilled feet, though some other patrons might not feel the same.
The first sip of the hot wine felt good on her weary body. Tsu needed something to get her back on track, to snap her out of her little fit of debauchery. The steamy mug would have to do for now.
Shogo Space Station
Arkanis Sector near Geonosis
0145
Arkanis Sector near Geonosis
0145
The ceiling swirled overhead in an array blue and grey as Tsu laid naked on the cot. For all its blankets and covers, the surface upon which she laid was a stiff and uncomfortable military-style suspension bed, hung from its four-legged metal frame. It was wider than its military predecessors, though barely wide enough to accommodate both Tsu and the man that lied next to her whose name she could not seem to recall.
She felt like she could see the stars just beyond the ceiling, but she knew it was just the saj she had inhaled. It was more potent, having been away from it for a while. It got the job done with fewer hits, and left seeing vibrant colors everywhere. Those stars, the ones on the ceiling-- she knew those weren't real, just another hallucination. That was common with most strains of saj.
Her head tilted as she tried to remember where she had put the vial that contained the drug, but all she saw instead was the man beside her getting up. He murmured something about needing to get going, started to put his pants on-- Tsu didn't care. Her brain struggled to find his name, but instead just came up with another's... Marcus.
The very reason she was here, that kriffing bastard. He was a poacher, a trapper, like those men that would lure vorn cats out of their lairs just to run then through with a hunting pike and skin them for their furs. And what was Tsu but an exotic game? She had tried not to care about him, to ignored those nagging little feelings of hers and turn away from him, but she was weak. Tsu had caved in to her own feelings against her better judgement, and once again she was reminded why her judgement was always worth following. Just as their relationship had gotten involved, Marcus stopped contacting her like he normally did, stopped responding to her messages. Time passed and her initial concern that he was hurt faded to the anger that he had probably just abandoned her.
And now, lying in a rental room on the Shogo Space Station in the Outer Rim, high on her old habits and sleeping with strange men, Tsu felt like her normal self again. But there was one problem... This time, she wasn't happy with it.
Not only had Marcus changed her life, he had changed her needs. Bitter and reeling, Tsu sat up.
The tavern was still fairly busy from the local trade traffic that normally passed through the Shogo station. The people and their swirling fuzzy faces were difficult to discern-- the effects of the saj were still wearing away, it seemed. The bartender recognized Tsu, a sign that she had spent entirely too much of her life in this room, and slid her a mug of her preferred spiced Corellian hotwine, her favorite drink of late.
She grasped the mug and shuffled her way to the only empty table she could find, slouching down into the chair. Her head was a mess, emotionally and literally; with her red-brown hair disheveled, her tank top wrinkled and her bra forsaken, she truly looked like she'd just woken. Her blaster was buckled onto her hip, but her feet were still bare-- honestly the walk from her room to the tavern was short, so she didn't mind chilled feet, though some other patrons might not feel the same.
The first sip of the hot wine felt good on her weary body. Tsu needed something to get her back on track, to snap her out of her little fit of debauchery. The steamy mug would have to do for now.
