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The empty glass that had once held water sat turned over on the bar, I reached out to right it...
Arms encircled me from behind, linking around my waist and pulling me into a tight embrace. Sweet sent infusing the air as I was enveloped in thick red fabric.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness, sleep had been eluding me for the past month or so since I had left Mandalore, and I had wanted to see more of the galaxy before settling in for the long wait to watch Idris. Why? I kept asking myself that, curiosity maybe? Part of me wanted to believe so, but I think I was really looking for the last vestiges of hope that not everything was as bad as I had seen in my short life. I had quickly learnt that Nar Shaddaa wasn't the place to look if I wanted to find radiant examples of generosity and love however.
I fell deeper into the embrace, inhaling the warm scent deeply and clutching at the coppery-red fabric.
The only solace I had found on this 'gamblers moon' was the ready availability of scandal and violence to stop, and that was what I had been doing. Finding cases of injustice and trying to right them, completely none-lethally of course, I don't think I could face death. That was what had led me here, to the dilapidated cantina, drinking water out of murky tumblers as if it were potent Wookie liquor. I had seen death tonight, not someone close to me, not even someone I knew; I had been seconds late in stopping the gunman from pulling the trigger and ending another's. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't change the effect it had one me; the green flash of discharging blaster kept replaying in my mind, and the crumpled expression on the human woman's face, just like the face he had worn. I tapped the tarnished wood of the bar again, catching the tenders eye in the dim orange light, I needed more water.
Arms encircled me from behind, linking around my waist and pulling me into a tight embrace. Sweet sent infusing the air as I was enveloped in thick red fabric.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness, sleep had been eluding me for the past month or so since I had left Mandalore, and I had wanted to see more of the galaxy before settling in for the long wait to watch Idris. Why? I kept asking myself that, curiosity maybe? Part of me wanted to believe so, but I think I was really looking for the last vestiges of hope that not everything was as bad as I had seen in my short life. I had quickly learnt that Nar Shaddaa wasn't the place to look if I wanted to find radiant examples of generosity and love however.
I fell deeper into the embrace, inhaling the warm scent deeply and clutching at the coppery-red fabric.
The only solace I had found on this 'gamblers moon' was the ready availability of scandal and violence to stop, and that was what I had been doing. Finding cases of injustice and trying to right them, completely none-lethally of course, I don't think I could face death. That was what had led me here, to the dilapidated cantina, drinking water out of murky tumblers as if it were potent Wookie liquor. I had seen death tonight, not someone close to me, not even someone I knew; I had been seconds late in stopping the gunman from pulling the trigger and ending another's. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't change the effect it had one me; the green flash of discharging blaster kept replaying in my mind, and the crumpled expression on the human woman's face, just like the face he had worn. I tapped the tarnished wood of the bar again, catching the tenders eye in the dim orange light, I needed more water.
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