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Nizzal sat on her bunk and sighed. She should have picked a better ship off-world, but she'd been too freaked out at the time to stop for a moment, too scared that every moment in the space port was another that the police were closer to getting there and arresting her. So, she'd ended up boarding a ship to Nar Shaddaa.
Nar Shaddaa! What was the saying, 'a hive of scum and villainy'? Except the hive was a moon -a whole moon of unending megatropolis. Sure, Coruscant was all city, too, but where she'd lived was nice. Safe, bright, everything. This place... this place was filled to the brim with thieves, thugs, pirates, even murderers... shit. She'd barely ever been off Coruscant, and she'd flung herself out with practically no money and no plan - to Nar Shaddaa. Even going home and turning herself in sounded like a good idea in comparison - at least she wasn't going to get blasted, or knifed in an alley, or enslaved there. No... probably just put in jail forever. Or maybe executed. Shit. Probably better to take her chances out here - try to scrape together enough creds to get off-world and head someplace better. Safer.
Which is exactly what she was doing. She was actually doing pretty well for herself, she reckoned - after all, besides her little bout of radical-reformist idiocy, she'd been a sheltered girl for pretty much all her life, and here she was, skimming the books off a place in Nar Shaddaa. She figured she could keep it up for just a little longer while she listened around for someone needing something sliced... then she could just... quietly disappear, off into another part of the city, before anyone realized anything. Hopefully. Please. Then, she'd get the hell out of here, and when she'd saved up enough, bug out off this moon and never look back.
Man, this blew. She missed mom and dad - no matter how stuffy and boring their rules were, at least it hadn't been scary like this at home...
Nar Shaddaa! What was the saying, 'a hive of scum and villainy'? Except the hive was a moon -a whole moon of unending megatropolis. Sure, Coruscant was all city, too, but where she'd lived was nice. Safe, bright, everything. This place... this place was filled to the brim with thieves, thugs, pirates, even murderers... shit. She'd barely ever been off Coruscant, and she'd flung herself out with practically no money and no plan - to Nar Shaddaa. Even going home and turning herself in sounded like a good idea in comparison - at least she wasn't going to get blasted, or knifed in an alley, or enslaved there. No... probably just put in jail forever. Or maybe executed. Shit. Probably better to take her chances out here - try to scrape together enough creds to get off-world and head someplace better. Safer.
Which is exactly what she was doing. She was actually doing pretty well for herself, she reckoned - after all, besides her little bout of radical-reformist idiocy, she'd been a sheltered girl for pretty much all her life, and here she was, skimming the books off a place in Nar Shaddaa. She figured she could keep it up for just a little longer while she listened around for someone needing something sliced... then she could just... quietly disappear, off into another part of the city, before anyone realized anything. Hopefully. Please. Then, she'd get the hell out of here, and when she'd saved up enough, bug out off this moon and never look back.
Man, this blew. She missed mom and dad - no matter how stuffy and boring their rules were, at least it hadn't been scary like this at home...