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[Daniella Tur'ilian]

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Mos Eisley, Tatooine


There was supposed to be a civilian cruiser landing at docking bay 342 in little under a half an hour. Naturally, Daniella Tur’ilian was there. She stood beside her Flare-S, which continued to gleam as it had when she lived on Corellia, and gazed down into the crater where the ship would be landing.

She’d been on this arid rock monstrosity for more then eight months now and she’d long since grown used to the endless heat provided lovingly by the two suns that hovered over her pointy cat-ears. Rather than garbing herself in the usual layered, leather racing suit that had been a totem in less parched climates, she wore a thigh length, light brown tunic. The shata leather of her pants kept the piercing rays of the gaseous entities above at bay and the knee height boots prevented the krettles from taking a nibble.

Daniella’s gloved hand went to the blaster holstered on the utility belt slung around her waist, just to make sure it hadn’t slipped off on the ride over. This sector of the spaceport town was said to house some of the more unscrupulous characters and while she was adept at hand-to-hand combat, she’d much rather just shoot them in the face.

In all but a few moments, the landing pad became bustling with activity as the docking crew made the last adjustments for the incoming shuttle. The half-Trianii leaned back against the repulsorlift vehicle and pulled a canteen from a storage compartment on the swoop’s side. The landing of the cruiser was smooth, she watched on while taking a swig of water from the container.

It took them some time to get everything unloaded but she waited all throughout. Once the last person had stomped past, once the last bit of luggage and imports had been claimed, a humanoid crew member took notice to her own observation.

Approaching, he stopped just before the girl.

“Nothing else on board ma’am. Were you looking for a passenger?” He asked, intrigued and concerned by her tight lipped expression.

“Yeah…” She replied, the word spilling from her lips like a sigh.

“Perhaps they’ll be on the next transport. You know how it is…”

Trouble was, she’d been waiting for the ‘next one’ for about eight and a half months now.

“Thanks..” She replied, not wanting to be rude. Shoving the canteen back in the compartment and snapping it shut, she swung her leg over the seat and started up the swoop. Speeding away from the makeshift docking bay, she narrowed her eyes against the sting of the hot air. She remembered her words and she choked on them every time he wasn’t there.

I’ll be waiting, Wil...

[Antä]

The music eased.

All the energy bouncing through the ears gave a vibration I couldn't refuse. Step after step beat to the rhythm signalled by the kicks, snares and soothing guitar that looped behind the rough, aged voice that strained with harmonious melody.

Words that held power that no man could deny eroded any self-conscious feelings that warped my mind, allowing my body to go free-form. Flashes of smiles lit my face as the dust beat up from under my feet.

Mos Eisley wasn't the place for someone like me. I stood out, but I didn't mind.

Tight, gleeful eyes held my analytical view at bay, ignoring the puzzled faces that surrounded me as I gigged down the streets. Struggling tones heightened the singer's pitch in my ears as I listened on, loving the moment more as I kept on. The grin seemed to only grow wider as the intensity rose through the lyrics, and not volume.

All the sound arrangements seemed perfect, and exact for my soul. There was no disputing the beauty of music, and my spirit, soul and body knew that all too well. I had been told once before that real truth only came from experience.

One could not grasp, or understand something without experience, leaving imagination as a tool of study. The limitations of creativity were bound by the guide of experience and perspective, but in moments like this I entrusted the belief there was a great Creator inside people.

Music is a powerful thing...

Another day had come, and was on the way of going. Another day had come, and another one of my old friends were gone. Death was rampant on my old world. The pain and agony were inseparable from the corrupting ways spread through the immoral men that torched the lands with new ways, that did nothing but undo the good my world had constructed.

Genocide, wars, starvation, a long with obesity and greed spoiled my home world's people from stars afar, and I could only grow away from the trauma that I knew as a child. Mos Eisley was not my homeland, but I would enjoy it all the same with my home planet's music easing through my ears. The homely feel returned, with memories of my mother's calming smile. A genuine sense of enjoyment and pleasure was rare in the galaxy, but in spite of the pains my people knew I could still say everything was great because of music.

As I said before...

Music is a powerful thing...

Music too loud is also a powerful thing. I couldn't hear a single thing as i stumbled foolishly into the traffic. Suddenly alert, I found myself with wide eyes and shock as a Flare-S came darting in my direction. Little fear could be found in my heart, but I was sort of surprised, yaknow?

I didn't expect to die this way...man, this sucks.

If only I could have moved as fast as my silly thoughts.

[Daniella Tur'ilian]

The earth toned layers of the Trianii's hair whipped wildly behind her, despite being somewhat held down by the elastic band of her goggles. Daniella had left her helmet at the shop, having not intended hurtling back into town at four hundred fifty km/h as she was now. The sand that rose up from the ground pelted her skin sharply and she ground her teeth in frustration. It would only make sense, being who she was, that all the loneliness and sadness would compound enough that it turned into this horribly explosive feeling.

The roaring Flare-S began to slow.

She had to keep everything in check though. If she wasn't careful she'd miss the town entrance sign and mow some innocent bystander down without even -

"Oh frell..." She ground out, her eyes locking with the surprised gaze of said bystander, through the goggles anyway. She imagined he was thinking many things right about now, maybe; who the hell was going to be the death of me or even, I wonder what it'll be like on the other side?

Daniella's thoughts:

If your body even scratches my swoop, I'll make you wish you were dead.

Snapping the handlebars hard left and rocking the length of the swoop forward and left, she swung her entire weight into the turn. Those feline like ears flattened back against her skull as the central repulsor pod skimmed the sandy ground, carving a thin circle about an inch or less from the young man's legs.

The vortex created by the revving turbothrusters sent vicious gust after gust at their clothes and Daniella was shocked that the goggles didn't come flying off her head. Hell, she was surprised that her whole head didn't come flying off.

The swoop growled huskily as it rocked to a halt directly in front of the would be but wasn't road kill. It took her a minute to pry her clawed hands from the controls, to swing her utterly stiff leg over the side of her Flare-S. Calmly removing the goggles from her head, she placed them on the seat she had just vacated.

Her pupils were cat-like and at this point, feral. Her mouth twisted, switching between worry and rage. In truth, she didn't know whether to smack this guy upside the head, ask if he was all right, or lovingly cuddle her baby. She'd give him a chance to say something first.

[Antä]

Pretty...

The first thoughts came quick, but the tongue didn't follow. There was a thing about being raised in a world conditioned without Basic. Thoughts came in a variation of words, with code-switching, and awkward assortment of words that even puzzled me when I contemplated the meaning behind it all. Truly, it was hard to decipher the mind, so I normally don't even try to seriously psychoanalyze others.

There was a lot of activity in the subconscious that most could not access, but the more i was aware of myself I became apprehensive to unleashing those straight thoughts. So, basically, I wasn't going to compliment her so readily. For the most part, the look on my face told it all, she was attractive.

After her impatient glare trapped me in silence, I knew it was best to say something. The key to leaving the cage of the hellish encounter could only be words, and with my first thoughts being far too blunt I had to soften the blow for the moment. A grin lifted my lips as I pocketed my hands. No longer did the surprise tattoo my face. Replaced with a tranquility, and nonchalance, I became lackadaiscal and confident enough in my own skin to say at least a word.

"Hello..." I began.

The comment was bare, but a starting point. An emphasis was given on my voice, altering, almost unknowingly, a tad in rasp and depth. A lot of my friends beyond my home world described my accent that was rough, with unique pronunciation of vowels, with droppings of "r"s. Some even suggested I merged sounds of words. For the most part, my dialect was sort of unique, but it didn't really worry me as I spoke. Well, except when I talked to specific girls...

"Whatcha oba there doin'? Almost hitt'ma pretty girl. Whatcha thinkin?"

[Daniella Tur'ilian]

She lifted one clawed hand and roughly scratched at the pronounced freckles dotting her cheeks, taking in his unique accent and carefully working through a reply of her own. Daniella had the bad habit of bluntly stumbling through things at times and the situation was already too fracked up anyway. After another few moments of relentless scratching, her lips parted and she leaned back against her swoop.

"Yeah, I about did there." She mumbled, casting her brilliant green eyes down toward the sand at her feet. "I was thinkin' about a lot, actually."

Her mind briefly trailed back to the matter of her missing, more than a dalliance, totally better get his tail to Tatooine soon, boyfriend. Then, shrugging her shoulders deeply and letting out a sigh, she turned a relaxed smile back upon him.

"Hey, sorry about that, yeah? You're all right, right?"

She tended to talk fast when she was nervous. It'd be a miracle if he caught any of that.