Aadya Drast
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- Joined
- May 2, 2019
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Aadya remembered little of the past several days. Was it only days? There was a chance that she'd left days in the dust and would be better served describing it as weeks. It really was too hard to be sure. Regardless, in all that time, she hadn't left her ship. She'd barely left her private quarters at all.
You'd think with all of the power and mystical wonder that the force could grant a person, it would provide easily the ability to remove memories you didn't want anymore. If there was a way, Aadya hadn't been lucky enough to figure it out. It seemed that some things still had to be solved the old fashioned way, but no matter how hard she tried her despair seemed unable to die. Like some kind of incessantly annoying fish it refused to drown in the sea of liquor the former Empress tried to dump on top of it.
Eventually Aadya's reserves of alcohol dried up so she needed to make a stop. Her pilot had also informed her that the ship's fuel reserves were beginning to decline, but the more important thing for Aadya was the liquor. She'd had them land at some remote fueling depot outside the main ecumenopolis, keen to keep her presence here to the knowledge of absolutely no one. There were few places left in the galaxy she could freely roam, especially now.
With the aid of dathomiri magic and the pendant that young from her neck, Aadya was able to change her relative appearance to that of some unassuming offworlder. She wasn't a big fan of wearing a helmet the entire time she was here, and hiding your face like that could already draw attention if you weren't clearly a merc or a Mandalorian.
The first destination that drew Aadya's attention was a quaint looking saloon type cantina, one of those that had a bar and food on the main level and a few rooms for rent upstairs. Those kinds of places usually had the best local comfort food and the alcohol was generally cheap and abundant.
With a small, nervous sigh Aadya decided to put her disguise to the test. She ventured inside and would look for the nearest open seat at the bar, her stomach grumbling loudly and her mouth feeling unusually dry.
You'd think with all of the power and mystical wonder that the force could grant a person, it would provide easily the ability to remove memories you didn't want anymore. If there was a way, Aadya hadn't been lucky enough to figure it out. It seemed that some things still had to be solved the old fashioned way, but no matter how hard she tried her despair seemed unable to die. Like some kind of incessantly annoying fish it refused to drown in the sea of liquor the former Empress tried to dump on top of it.
Eventually Aadya's reserves of alcohol dried up so she needed to make a stop. Her pilot had also informed her that the ship's fuel reserves were beginning to decline, but the more important thing for Aadya was the liquor. She'd had them land at some remote fueling depot outside the main ecumenopolis, keen to keep her presence here to the knowledge of absolutely no one. There were few places left in the galaxy she could freely roam, especially now.
With the aid of dathomiri magic and the pendant that young from her neck, Aadya was able to change her relative appearance to that of some unassuming offworlder. She wasn't a big fan of wearing a helmet the entire time she was here, and hiding your face like that could already draw attention if you weren't clearly a merc or a Mandalorian.
The first destination that drew Aadya's attention was a quaint looking saloon type cantina, one of those that had a bar and food on the main level and a few rooms for rent upstairs. Those kinds of places usually had the best local comfort food and the alcohol was generally cheap and abundant.
With a small, nervous sigh Aadya decided to put her disguise to the test. She ventured inside and would look for the nearest open seat at the bar, her stomach grumbling loudly and her mouth feeling unusually dry.
@Malon