The cigarra on Beto's lips had a strange vanilla flavor to it. He hadn't paid attention when he bought them and while it definitely was something you had to get used to, somehow he had preferred smoking them over buying a new regular pack. He had taken the elevator up a thousand levels just to be able to see the sun set from one of the surface levels. It had taken him a while. Three cigarra's and one holo-call with his brother about him going to collect on an outstanding debt back on their own level 1313. Now he had arrived at the bottom of the skyscrapers and all he saw was a faint glimpse of an orange sky betraying that the sun had already started to set. Corellia was a dirty has-been of a planet, but at least he could see the ocean and watch the sunset every now and then through the smoke of the factory exhausts. Coruscant was just endless layers of durasteel and people.
Starting to regret his little trip to the almost-surface of the planet, Beto sighed out vanilla-scented smoke and looked around to find anything that could be worth it. The people were definitely more diverse than back on his homeplanet. Regardless of their diversity, they were the same in one aspect: most of them were desperately poor, easy to exploit and seemed to have accepted their horribly mundane and impoverished existence. Once the sun had properly set, most of them would retreat into their apartment and watch a holo-movie to charge of for the next day of the endlessly repeating cycle. Beto looked down on them. He had spend miserable years on a prison ship, sure, but at least he didn't let anyone tell him what to do.
"Ah kriff it," he smiled ironically and threw the cigarra on the durasteel street before flattening it with his shoe. "I'll just go see what Tone's been doing."
At the speed in which the elevators moved down he'd be just in time to hear his brother's excited stories and share in the profits. Just how he liked it.
@Arclight
Starting to regret his little trip to the almost-surface of the planet, Beto sighed out vanilla-scented smoke and looked around to find anything that could be worth it. The people were definitely more diverse than back on his homeplanet. Regardless of their diversity, they were the same in one aspect: most of them were desperately poor, easy to exploit and seemed to have accepted their horribly mundane and impoverished existence. Once the sun had properly set, most of them would retreat into their apartment and watch a holo-movie to charge of for the next day of the endlessly repeating cycle. Beto looked down on them. He had spend miserable years on a prison ship, sure, but at least he didn't let anyone tell him what to do.
"Ah kriff it," he smiled ironically and threw the cigarra on the durasteel street before flattening it with his shoe. "I'll just go see what Tone's been doing."
At the speed in which the elevators moved down he'd be just in time to hear his brother's excited stories and share in the profits. Just how he liked it.
@Arclight