The Life and Times of Jarik Solo

Chapter 4

The city of Falleen Throne was as majestic as it was intimidating. With towering buildings and speeders rushing to and fro, Jarik was reminded of Nar Shaddaa. The only difference was, Fallen Throne was as clean and orderly as a city could get. It unerved Jarik, the order. He was so used to the everyday chaos of the Smuggler's Moon that he almost forgot that other worlds had some sense of law and government.

As Jarik struggled to keep up with the Fallen man who had, somewhat arrogantly, introduced himself as General Xaver Zan, head of all the Falleen miltary operations.

To Jarik, all these government and military types were all the same. They acted tough, but a few threats and some blackmail later, were no more harmful than a baby.
Or at least that's what the smugglers and con-men told him back on Nar Shaddaa.

"Tell me, Jarik. How did your family afford a freighter like that, but couldn't afford a better pilot with it?"

Jarik internally bristled. On the outside, however he betrayed no emotions as he replied.

"My great-aunt wanted me to practice my piloting skills. She is very persuasive, sir."

Jarik was sure to add just enough mocking contempt into the last word withough seeming insolent, although he was sure he'd already managed that. Right now, the general was acting as decent as Jarik thought he could get. Just in case, though, it was probably best to not be on this man's bad side.
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After a short speeder ride, the strange entourage reached a large, glistening, apartment building. With gleaming porticos at the entrance, and transparisteel balconies, Jarik realized that he probably could not afford an apartment like this even if he combined his life savings.

The inside was even more expensive looking. Everything, from floor to ceiling was covered in shining white. Jarik felt extremelyout of place here, with his ripped and tattered clothing and a most likely grimy face.

A ride up the turbolift led them to what the display claimed to be the fifty-ninth floor. Stepping out of it, Jarik saw a very large room, with the same white decorating taste as the lobby. The group's footsteps even echoed on the ivory marble floor.

Jarik grimaced. Obviously, this man doesn't lack much, he thought.

But all further thoughts on this matter left his head as he turned around to see the the most dazzling girl he had seen in his life.

She was Falleen, of course, with a tall, lithe body, and very defined cheekbones. But as Jarik moved his eyes up her face, her eyes flashed with an emotion Jarik did not understand. He blinked, but when he looked back, the look in her eyes was gone, instead replaced by a smiling face and warm, kind eyes.

Still, something was warning Jarik to stay away from her. However this feeling completely dissipated once she opened her mouth to talk.

"Hello, I am Xista Zan, daughter of General Xaver Zan."
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Both Xaver and Xista are OCs. I don't know much about how the Falleen government system or military works, so sorry if I completely mess it up. Anyways, that was Chapter 4, I hope you enjoyed! :)

-purplelightsabers