Post by .:Falcon:. on Jan 24, 2009 22:34:59 GMT -5
Nirisi stared into nothingness. It had been several hours since she had left the Wookiee behind. Or was it days? No matter. There still wasn't a ship in the whole of blasted Nar Shaddaa that would take her off. They were all too worried about their investments...whatever smugglers invested in. Probably to worried about their 'investors' getting up in arms about a woman with a lightsaber on their ship.
Nirisi hunched down farther into the cantina booth. It was a dark, poorly lit, smoky place, just like every other cantina Nirisi had graced with a presence. Not that there had been many. This one was worse than most. It was near the spaceport- that was pretty much all she knew. That the enraged Wookiee would probably come here first had occurred to Nirisi, hence why she kept her lightsaber close to hand.
She also knew he wasn't going to come out of that hibernation trance anytime soon. Sometimes, it was a blessing to be able to affect others. She pitied the poor landlord who'd find him. She glanced around, her gaze sweeping over the local low-life pilots. She had tried three already, and couldn't stomach another confrontation. As soon as they saw her saber, they automatically assumed she was a Jedi and left.
She stood up, carefully tucked her saber under her cloak, and went out for another try. She headed straight for the bar. There had to be a pilot somewhere on this Force-forsaken rock that would take her.
Nirisi hunched down farther into the cantina booth. It was a dark, poorly lit, smoky place, just like every other cantina Nirisi had graced with a presence. Not that there had been many. This one was worse than most. It was near the spaceport- that was pretty much all she knew. That the enraged Wookiee would probably come here first had occurred to Nirisi, hence why she kept her lightsaber close to hand.
She also knew he wasn't going to come out of that hibernation trance anytime soon. Sometimes, it was a blessing to be able to affect others. She pitied the poor landlord who'd find him. She glanced around, her gaze sweeping over the local low-life pilots. She had tried three already, and couldn't stomach another confrontation. As soon as they saw her saber, they automatically assumed she was a Jedi and left.
She stood up, carefully tucked her saber under her cloak, and went out for another try. She headed straight for the bar. There had to be a pilot somewhere on this Force-forsaken rock that would take her.