Sirdi Kōhō
Oct 15th, 2016, 10:18:42 PM
[Current Day]
- Jewels from Beforeland -
3116
Nar Shaddaa looked like a jewel from outer space. It was a brown marble. And, white clouds spiraled along the orb. Overgrown with city sprawls, the Nar Shaddaa was lit. Nicknamed “The Smugglers Moon”, it’s looks were deceiving. Under the pure white clouds was smog. Night hid the green and yellow clouds. Tall dark buildings reached above it all. Those buildings were shaped like a fighter’s fingers. Decay stripped most skyscrapers of color. Apartments shot up next to neon signs. Out open windows alien’s scowled. Businesses ran on. Dance clubs floated by skywalks. Drunk patrons stumbled out. Vomit stained the speeder lots. In the sky bikes, buses, hoversleds and speeders alike bolted through set lanes. Landing bays poked out from the ports. Refuel spires sat atop buildings. Ships descended from above as others rose. Small and wide shouldered figures ran with tools to some ships. Others were greeted with entourages. Long garbs draped down the back of their welcoming parties. From up above one could see it all, even the Jedi Padawan on his airspeeder shooting from the New Vertica Western starport’s parking lot into the stuffed skylanes.
The speeder bike had high handlebars. It was a Joben T-85. It was decayed as the city; old and rusty and red. The Padawan was young and calm and brown. Dressed like some Corellian spacer, he had the jacket, slacks and shirt get-up down pact. The jacket was black. The slacks were black too but striped. The shirt was white as an egg. The only missing look were his footwear. The Corelllian spacers wore boots. Boots were good for unusual terrian. No one knew where they'd be landing drifting the bright star skies. Yet, he had on black sneakers. For some reason, he had to be a special snowflake.
His grip was tight on the bars. He tilted his elbows right. The speeder bent. He seeped between two speeders. Then, tilted back with his left arm. Then, again and again. He danced in and out the traffic. His ears couldn’t decipher the alien garble he swept by. Every swoop he sped pass was riddled with strange music and stranger voices.
He glanced at the bike’s clock. Between the bars it stared back at him. The glass showed his face. There were small eyes, smooth skin, and full lips looking back at him. The brows furrowed as he caught the time.
“Frell,” he murmured.
His wrist cocked back and the repulsorlift groaned. The engines roared and he blasted. The Padawan was a blur on a bike, bolting by and through lights before they switched. His knees were wide and back bent. Speeders narrowly missed smacking into him as he shifted around their door openings and lane switches. On his waist bounced a Jedi’s weapon. Or, at least the practice one; he was still only equipped with the knock-off practice saber. The hilt still garner respect for those whom remembered the Jedi. Yet, the sting wasn’t nearly as powerful as a true Knight’s cut.
Which was why he was here. He needed a crystal and knew a girl...or two.
Sirdi had to get to the Blue’s Paw cantina before it closed. “Damn, damn, damn - move it!”
- Jewels from Beforeland -
3116
Nar Shaddaa looked like a jewel from outer space. It was a brown marble. And, white clouds spiraled along the orb. Overgrown with city sprawls, the Nar Shaddaa was lit. Nicknamed “The Smugglers Moon”, it’s looks were deceiving. Under the pure white clouds was smog. Night hid the green and yellow clouds. Tall dark buildings reached above it all. Those buildings were shaped like a fighter’s fingers. Decay stripped most skyscrapers of color. Apartments shot up next to neon signs. Out open windows alien’s scowled. Businesses ran on. Dance clubs floated by skywalks. Drunk patrons stumbled out. Vomit stained the speeder lots. In the sky bikes, buses, hoversleds and speeders alike bolted through set lanes. Landing bays poked out from the ports. Refuel spires sat atop buildings. Ships descended from above as others rose. Small and wide shouldered figures ran with tools to some ships. Others were greeted with entourages. Long garbs draped down the back of their welcoming parties. From up above one could see it all, even the Jedi Padawan on his airspeeder shooting from the New Vertica Western starport’s parking lot into the stuffed skylanes.
The speeder bike had high handlebars. It was a Joben T-85. It was decayed as the city; old and rusty and red. The Padawan was young and calm and brown. Dressed like some Corellian spacer, he had the jacket, slacks and shirt get-up down pact. The jacket was black. The slacks were black too but striped. The shirt was white as an egg. The only missing look were his footwear. The Corelllian spacers wore boots. Boots were good for unusual terrian. No one knew where they'd be landing drifting the bright star skies. Yet, he had on black sneakers. For some reason, he had to be a special snowflake.
His grip was tight on the bars. He tilted his elbows right. The speeder bent. He seeped between two speeders. Then, tilted back with his left arm. Then, again and again. He danced in and out the traffic. His ears couldn’t decipher the alien garble he swept by. Every swoop he sped pass was riddled with strange music and stranger voices.
He glanced at the bike’s clock. Between the bars it stared back at him. The glass showed his face. There were small eyes, smooth skin, and full lips looking back at him. The brows furrowed as he caught the time.
“Frell,” he murmured.
His wrist cocked back and the repulsorlift groaned. The engines roared and he blasted. The Padawan was a blur on a bike, bolting by and through lights before they switched. His knees were wide and back bent. Speeders narrowly missed smacking into him as he shifted around their door openings and lane switches. On his waist bounced a Jedi’s weapon. Or, at least the practice one; he was still only equipped with the knock-off practice saber. The hilt still garner respect for those whom remembered the Jedi. Yet, the sting wasn’t nearly as powerful as a true Knight’s cut.
Which was why he was here. He needed a crystal and knew a girl...or two.
Sirdi had to get to the Blue’s Paw cantina before it closed. “Damn, damn, damn - move it!”