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Chapter II - The Wicked

Year 7953 (24 BBY) - Location : Balmorra

Heavy rain patters against the hood of a poncho, the splashing sound as feet hurry through the muddy streets, the cities streets have emptied significantly. Leaving only a few stragglers to navigate through the foggy dim-lit alleyways, the occasional crash of lightning and thunder makes the figure flinch a little. The sound not unlike the one you get from a crackling electric whip, right as it's being used on the raw backs of the unfortunate.

The lone figure tightens their hold on the brown cloth bag, the bottom of the bag soaked with liquid that isn't from the falling rainwater. Muted olive green poncho barely noticeable in the lowlighting, the random patches of black makes the blend much easier. Formerly black shiny boots, now covered in mud, luckily enough the knee high boots stop the mud from getting inside the boots.

The little mercies.

Eyes hidden behind tinted goggles scan the nearby rooftops, gloved hand hovering over the blaster hidden beneath their poncho, feeling a set of eyes follow them causing them to speed up the pace.

At first there's only the sounds they've already gotten used to, then, slowly but surely, the sound of speeder engines grow louder and louder.

Deciding to hell with keeping up pleasantries, the small figure breaks into a sprint down a nearby alleyway, eyeing the wall quickly before starting to climb up. It takes them less than a minute to climb to the top, and when they do they start to jump from rooftop to rooftop, hood flying off revealing the blue hair underneath.

Jumping over one especially large gap, the sudden shouts in huttese momentarily catches the girl off balance. Not enough for her to fall down to the ground, she manages to latch onto the side of the wall in time, causing her slam into the wall unceremoniously. The breath is momentarily knocked out of her, and she lets out a wheeze as she regains her breathing.

I'm gonna feel that tomorrow. She thinks to herself, as she feels her chest start to ache she tries getting a better grip on the edge of the wall, but the gloves are slightly slippery from being so wet.

Thank you rain weather, not.

She swings out of the way of incoming blaster fire, and quickly pulls herself up, grabbing onto the bag she hadn't realized she'd thrown onto the roof. The object inside bobbles around, making the girl feel a little queasy at the thought of what was inside.

Jumping over more rooftops, climbing over different walls and through ventilation shafts, she eventually reaches her desired destination. An abandoned arms factory on the edge of town, the transparisteel cracked and broken in most of the windows, walls cracked and roofs caved in. She hurries around the outside of the building until she reaches a set of trees and vegetation, large bushes conveniently hiding a hatch underneath. She takes a deep breath and then twists the top fabric of the bag, placing the twisted cloth inside her mouth before biting down, she suppresses the urge to gag at the smell that immediately assaults her at the close proximity of the bag to her nostrils. Knocking the top of it using a specific pattern, she then opens the hatch easily, climbing in and pulling it closed behind her, the hatch sealing closed as it locks behind her.

Finally making it to the bottom, she pulls the cloth of the bag out of her mouth, quickly making her way through the underground facility. Lanterns on the walls flickering every few seconds, the powerlines leading to the center of the facility, aka; her destination.

Stepping into a room filled with laughter and conversation, the girl finally relaxes a miniscule bit, women of all ages are hanging around the large common room. Crates filled to the brim in each corner, tables situated in the middle surrounded by even more chairs, in the far back of the room in the center, lays a large desk and chair. A familiar zeltron sitting behind it with her fingers stapled in front of her chin, purple eyes tracking the newcomers every movement with an amused glint to them.