Nova Carbynia is the adopted, wayward daughter of Enric Pryde with an unknown past. Adopted from an unknown outer rim planet after being found in a crashed ship, she grew up within the First Order. With a strained relationship with her adoptive fath...
AN: I'm not sure about this chapter. It just brings us past the last movie, and toward our main story, so it's important in that respect. Thank you for reading along, and for those giving me comments and feedback, it makes my week. I get a dumb grin and I love replying. Honestly thank you so much!
----Nova POV----
=5 Months Later=
The lights of the club were blinding, and glaring down on you. You didn't mind, it meant you didn't have to see the leering faces of the customers. It was the first working day of the week for you, and this was one of the nights you earned the most credits. You had remained in Black Spire for 3 months, and then you'd caught sight of Rey and she had caught sight of you but you'd managed to get away, and that had been too close for comfort, so you'd made your way to Canto Bight, and gotten a new dancing job. Strictly dancing, and you earned three times as much as you had at Black Spire. You'd found a small quarters, modest and not anything that would draw attention, you'd had to sell your ship to put the first payment down, it was expensive, and you'd used the last of your credits earned at Black Spire for the supplies to get you to Canto Bight. You walked the stage as your first song started, and grabbed the pole, twirling around it. You had to admit, there was a pleasure in dancing, it wasn't the same rush as sparring or something, but it had it's own rush. It gave you the freedom to decide when you worked, and to earn a lot of money off the books, and should the day come you could go home, you were in the perfect place to get the First Order's attention. It was perfect. You danced to the music, following your usual routine, hips rolling and arms moving to the music. You were wearing nothing more than lingerie that had too many straps with harnesses and buckles, and some thigh high heeled boots. Your hair was up in two space buns, with loose tendrils around your face. You always sweat under the lights, so liked your hair out of your face.
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AN: Nova's Canto Bight dancing outfit
Even here in Canto Bight, with it's higher class clientele, you didn't do private or lap dances. You just came, earned your discreet credits, and went home. No one's hands on you, and never your hands on anyone. Just the way you liked it. The other girls earned more because they did private dances and you were sure many other things, and good for them, earn that credit, but that wasn't you. You didn't want strangers grabbing at you, there was only the Knights and Kylo you'd allow yourself to do lap dances and private dancing for. And even then you'd need a good few cocktails first for some dutch courage.
This club was off the usual beaten track, and was rarely visited by anyone that could be considered Resistance or First Order. Just those who lived and worked on Canto Bight, and sometimes some bigger rollers who wanted something a little different to usual as the women who worked there were like Nova - all metal music, tattoos and piercings. That was fine, it suited you that it was so discreet and out of the way. Rey's words had haunted you when she had caught sight of you at Black Spire as you'd gotten away, 'We will never stop looking for you. We will not let the dark side win! Come with us and help us, or we'll have no choice but to kill you all for the good of the Galaxy!' They played on your mind almost daily, and maintained your choice of staying away from the First Order and the Knights. To protect them from unnecessary attacks as the Resistance sought you out.
