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-A random story in a galaxy far away-
A young and vibrant red-colored Twi'lek walked through the alleyways of Corellia, whistling a catchy tune to himself. The pathway he took had nothing to be proud of, trash littering the corners and the edges, practically a second skin to the ground that had to be waded through in some worse parts of the city. There were a few people littered here and there across the narrow stretch, each group keeping to themselves as they either discussed what was happening in their life or were partaking in some style of game that involved gambling for what little they had.
It was a gloomy sight and one that the city didn't help and try to uplift. The sound of speeders above was loud and never-ending, a constant reminder to the ones below that they were being flown over like trash themselves. The only light was fixtures and neon signs that were littered down every path that could be walked upon, adding some sort of haze that had collected over the years. There was constant noise, either angry couples, music, crime, whatever could make noise. It made the idea of serenity and quiet comical and one that was thoroughly shunned by the city, or at least where he was. Formal and ugly metal buildings stretched around where he walked, either bunkhouses or general stores tightly packed together and creating tight veins that the inhabitants used. If one gazed above, one would only find speeders and skyscrapers that pierced the clouds with ease and power. Such a common sight as the sun was a commodity down below.
Even with all of that, the Twi'lek strutted that oozed his carefree nature with each step as he continued to whistle past the dwellers and gamblers. His clothing consisted of a shirt and jacket, both consisting of stains and long dark pants with some boots. It was clear that he was one of them but only added to the almost comical sight of how he stood out from the rest who quietly discussed or played among themselves.
With a turn in the alleyway and a few more minutes of his strutting, the Twi'lek found himself outside a garage, a neon sign of two speeders crashing into each other with a wrench hovering above and wiggling temptingly. It hanged above the door that served as an entrance but right next to it was a garage, half-opened and that proved to be more enticing. It lit up routinely underneath, sparks even escaping outside before quickly becoming extinguished. Voices could be heard on the other side and that's exactly what he wanted to hear.
The Twi'lek approached the garage and did a swift duck to get on the other side. He stood up to his full height when he did, a small smile on his face as he breathed in the smell of oil, sweat, and air conditioner. The idea of working on a speeder all day didn't appeal to him but he could appreciate the smell of hard work. The garage was arranged as it was separated into two levels, the first one being the actual garage with equipment and suspension gear. three speeders already loaded and lifted, unkept tool boxes littered around as well. The second level was where the offices were and lounge for the employees when they were finished, a catwalk above that made an L along the wall to watch over the garage.
With a quick glance around the premise, the red Twi'lek couldn't find who he was looking for and he stepped around in a circle to look for an item to solve that solution. When he found a small wrench, he bent over to pick it up and banged it harshly against the garage door afterward. "Whoop! Whoop! Chulu here! Where are ya, buddy?" With the wrench, it only added to the sound as it echoed throughout the entire garage and rumbled the garage door thoroughly.
It was a gloomy sight and one that the city didn't help and try to uplift. The sound of speeders above was loud and never-ending, a constant reminder to the ones below that they were being flown over like trash themselves. The only light was fixtures and neon signs that were littered down every path that could be walked upon, adding some sort of haze that had collected over the years. There was constant noise, either angry couples, music, crime, whatever could make noise. It made the idea of serenity and quiet comical and one that was thoroughly shunned by the city, or at least where he was. Formal and ugly metal buildings stretched around where he walked, either bunkhouses or general stores tightly packed together and creating tight veins that the inhabitants used. If one gazed above, one would only find speeders and skyscrapers that pierced the clouds with ease and power. Such a common sight as the sun was a commodity down below.
Even with all of that, the Twi'lek strutted that oozed his carefree nature with each step as he continued to whistle past the dwellers and gamblers. His clothing consisted of a shirt and jacket, both consisting of stains and long dark pants with some boots. It was clear that he was one of them but only added to the almost comical sight of how he stood out from the rest who quietly discussed or played among themselves.
With a turn in the alleyway and a few more minutes of his strutting, the Twi'lek found himself outside a garage, a neon sign of two speeders crashing into each other with a wrench hovering above and wiggling temptingly. It hanged above the door that served as an entrance but right next to it was a garage, half-opened and that proved to be more enticing. It lit up routinely underneath, sparks even escaping outside before quickly becoming extinguished. Voices could be heard on the other side and that's exactly what he wanted to hear.
The Twi'lek approached the garage and did a swift duck to get on the other side. He stood up to his full height when he did, a small smile on his face as he breathed in the smell of oil, sweat, and air conditioner. The idea of working on a speeder all day didn't appeal to him but he could appreciate the smell of hard work. The garage was arranged as it was separated into two levels, the first one being the actual garage with equipment and suspension gear. three speeders already loaded and lifted, unkept tool boxes littered around as well. The second level was where the offices were and lounge for the employees when they were finished, a catwalk above that made an L along the wall to watch over the garage.
With a quick glance around the premise, the red Twi'lek couldn't find who he was looking for and he stepped around in a circle to look for an item to solve that solution. When he found a small wrench, he bent over to pick it up and banged it harshly against the garage door afterward. "Whoop! Whoop! Chulu here! Where are ya, buddy?" With the wrench, it only added to the sound as it echoed throughout the entire garage and rumbled the garage door thoroughly.
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