Korraly
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The young Twi'lek was shoved outside of yet another cantina with curses and threats shouted in Kurtzen and Basic following after her small form. She stumbled a couple of paces before turning back towards the entrance of the cantina and returned their threats with derogatory remarks first in a rough Kurtzen and than Basic. Afterwards, she scampered off into the streets and managed to avoid more threats or attempts to knock her to the ground. She was sick and tired of being treated as such for being a Twi'lek and a smuggler. However, like her namesake, Risk, she knew that she wouldn't be able to find more work unless she took some needed ones.
Most of the time she didn't mind taking risks and actually enjoyed such actives from the adrenaline rush that filled her veins and helped her forget about her troubles. Lately, Risk didn't have the energy to do so. She had spent too long in one city and too long on Bakura that all led to sleepless nights or night terrors. Risk wanted nothing but to lay down and be able to sleep, but every time she attempted to do so she could feel the small tendrils of the force pull at her. She couldn't let herself reconnect with her curse and she'd sooner die than ever chance reconnecting with the force. She was weak, near sickly, exhausted and anxious. All together, it was surprising Risk hadn't broke down yet.
She stumbled down a side street with a worn force user's robe wrapped around her. She had stolen it a while back from a young padawan when she had been on Coruscant and had since kept it. It helped hide the fact that she was a Twi'lek from some of the locals on Bakura and the fact that she needed rest. Risk took a deep breath through her mouth as she felt her heart skip a few beats and slowly made her way towards the end of the street. She felt heat rush up into her head followed by a wave of dizziness. Risk stumbled to the left and braced herself against the wall of a nearby building. She recovered after a moment of heavy breathing than continued down the street. However, a greater rush of heat and dizziness rushed through her as the sun hit her face. The next moment she blacked out in the middle of the street.
Most of the time she didn't mind taking risks and actually enjoyed such actives from the adrenaline rush that filled her veins and helped her forget about her troubles. Lately, Risk didn't have the energy to do so. She had spent too long in one city and too long on Bakura that all led to sleepless nights or night terrors. Risk wanted nothing but to lay down and be able to sleep, but every time she attempted to do so she could feel the small tendrils of the force pull at her. She couldn't let herself reconnect with her curse and she'd sooner die than ever chance reconnecting with the force. She was weak, near sickly, exhausted and anxious. All together, it was surprising Risk hadn't broke down yet.
She stumbled down a side street with a worn force user's robe wrapped around her. She had stolen it a while back from a young padawan when she had been on Coruscant and had since kept it. It helped hide the fact that she was a Twi'lek from some of the locals on Bakura and the fact that she needed rest. Risk took a deep breath through her mouth as she felt her heart skip a few beats and slowly made her way towards the end of the street. She felt heat rush up into her head followed by a wave of dizziness. Risk stumbled to the left and braced herself against the wall of a nearby building. She recovered after a moment of heavy breathing than continued down the street. However, a greater rush of heat and dizziness rushed through her as the sun hit her face. The next moment she blacked out in the middle of the street.
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