Watering the Garden

[DancingFox]

Planet: Feriae Junction
22:00 - Junction City
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Feriae Junction, often just known as Junction was once a great tradeworld. It straddles the nexus of the Hydian Way, Thesme Trace, and Gordian Reach hyperlanes, but its time has long passed. Gone are the days where Hutts warred over the industrious world, their saboteurs and agents gracing the dark underbelly of prosperity. No longer do the riches of a hundred worlds pass through its port, instead those ports see the passage of endless scores of spies and smugglers ferrying themselves as safely as they can through the violent and tumultuous galaxy that they now must suffer. This world is truly neutral in the conflict that threatens to raze entire systems into nothingness, and so far it has been spared the ravages of that war.

Still, no matter its fallen state, Junction's Capitol City still reflects the glory of days gone past. Junction City is a sprawling metropolis, once immaculate, but now run down, with many of the soaring towers in states of collapse, and plant life growing through dirty streets. Building of metal and glass have been replaced with smaller ones of clay and wood to fill in the gaps, at odds with the obvious advanced technology. Here a large transceiver dish graces a clay abode, there a group of speeders sits parked outsider a cantina, where blazing neon lights announce it as "The Jackal's Tear".

There's a burst of raucous laughter from the mixed band of smugglers, whores, and information brokers within before the individual who may very well be the one that this establishment is named after, stumbles out. It seems perhaps than the man, for the jackal-faced Nalroni does indeed seem to be male despite the feminine build that his species has a tendency to leans towards, drowned himself a little too much in the ale this night. His grey fur smells strongly of the substance in any case, and he stumbles once or twice before making his way to a nearby tree, slumping against it, and sliding to the ground.

Ra'jhan folds his legs beneath himself and takes a deep breath. He hadn't visited his old comrades on Junction in quite some time, and he hadn't been prepared for the display of carousing that was necessary to reassure them that he was still one of them, despite working for the Republic, and now the Accord. He needed to... He needed to concentrate. The man pressed his palms together in a position very much like prayer and slowed his breathing. It was his way of meditating, relaxing each and every muscles in his body individually, relaxing his mind, and feeling the currents of energy around him. This time, he let them flow through him and infuse him, spurring his body's natural cleansing processes. The feeling of being inebriated gradually faded away, leaving a pleasant buzz behind, but, man, did he have to kriffing piss.

The apparent force user stands, still using the tree to steady himself, and then glances around. Well it's not like anyone seemed to be watching this shadowed section of the courtyard... His free hand fumbles at his pants for a moment in the dark, and then with the sound of a zipper being undone, he lets out a soft hiss of pain from the burning sensation stemming from his dehydration. This is followed by a soft sigh of relief as a thin stream of urine spatters against the tree's bark.

@TAC

 

[TAC]

Te'el Ra had never been to the world of Feriae Junction.

It wasn't what she would describe as her style. She enjoyed new planets with strange atmospheres or unique cultural ambiance. Whenever she found a new planet or city she particularly enjoyed, she would simply sit for days and bask in it, seeking to understanding and capture the essence of its uniqueness. When she had first arrived on Coruscant as little more than a child, she had sat for forty days - most of them spent in the upper echelons, but several in the middle away from sunlight in the deep recesses of the underworld. Only a few dozen years ago she had traveled to Kashyyyk for the first time, and it had quickly become one of her most visited locations, thanks to the tranquility and connectivity of the world.

There wasn't anything wrong with Feriae Junction, per say. It had been easy to blend into the half dozen trees that lined the street, undoubtedly an attempt to soften the questionably reputable area. But the world was unimaginative, to say the least. While every world and city obviously had its own culture, some are more interesting and unique than others, and Te'el didn't find this particularly exhilarating.

The tree had only been there for about eight hours when the bumbling drunk walked up. Now this wasn't a situation the Neti had ever been in, and she wasn't sure she wanted to be. As the man looked around and unzipped his pants she panicked. As the stream of piss hit her, a branch shot out - almost like a vine - wrapping around the man's wrist and pulling him hard away from the base of the tree. Unless he was particularly dexterous, the man would likely find himself deposited in the dust.

Te'el's transformation was quick, and within seconds she was within her humanoid form, stomping her foot and wiping with a cloth at her wet leg. She hadn't stomped around in a long time.

"Forsaken Nalroni pissing wherever you please, I'll be damned," she said more to herself but loud enough for him to here. She threw the used rag at the alien, standing up straight and tall at 6'1". She wasn't quite a foot taller than the other alien, but was quite imposing. A long, brown and green cloak had seemingly materialized from nowhere to cover her body during her transformation, with a black armorweave body suit underneath. The muscles of her body were clearly defined where visible through the armorweave, sharp and so-defined because they were in fact solid wood. Her face was acute, with high cheek bones - or branches, or whatever - they highlighted sharp Emerald Green eyes. Her hair was large and wild, but stiff in how it fell behind her head thanks to - well, you know, being made of wood.

"Stand up!" she demanded with her thick accent, her hands and arms accenting her demand with wild motion.