Samirr watched as the strange Zabrak, Ordo, walked Don Shem away. Did Samirr feel bad? Well . . . Yeah but he got his pay, he was done here.
He pulled his hood down over his eyes and walked around to the main street, approaching the docking zone he was literally run into by a small female Cathar, a child of about twelve. She was scrawny with promine facial structuring and harsh angles that looked odd on such a young face. Her small angled gold eyes were full of anger and pain, her long brown hair was matted and hung limply around her shoulders. Her small boney form was covered by tattered rag-like clothing, her pointed ears were pierced with bone spikes. She was gaunt and twitching, struggling to stand. When she spoke her small snout-like nose crinkled in anger and hate.
"I can't be stopped here bonehead! I have to get away, I can't. . . They can't take me back there! I refuse. That filthy. . . No, he won't have me any longer! Not now that he's dead. . ."The small girl was shivering, her clawed hands were blood-stained.
"Whoa, whoa, did you murder someone there kiddo? Hah, I could shoot you right now and claim I was doing a public service. Or you could be my 'partner' in my business, and I'd protect ya."Samirr grinned, his fanged teeth glaring in the artificial lighting of the main street. Before the small Cathar could reply Samirr had scooped her up, slung her over his shoulder and begun marching towards the Docking Bay where The Lotus was held. The airlock of the ship opened with creaking and a small whooshing noise. He carried her into the spare domestic hold and threw her onto the cot within before locking the door. She was far too upset to talk to now. Samirr was pretty sure what he just did was illegal. He was also fairly certain he didn't care.
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Ulvore stepped out of the cruiser that Ora was piloting, Ora's faint purple skin glowed in the lighting of the dimly lit passageway that Ulvore and Nethis were meeting in.
"Nethis. . . I see you have brought our friend here. . . Why hello there Mr. Shem, allow me and my associate to escort you to my penthouse sweet to. . . Discuss our ventures. . ." As Ulvore spoke he linked arms with Don Shem and walked him into the cruiser.
Ora looked to Nethis and walked out of the Cruiser allowing it auto-pilot back to the Penthouse. Ora stepped close to Nethis, her purple skin and large brown eyes glittering in the lighting.
"Nethis. . . Or shall I call you Ordo?" Ora snickered, her chipped K-9 tooth showing.
"You are always so . . . Distant. You know, Ulvore has told me about the ways of the Dark Side, and I know about you and your powers. . . He wants to train me. But, I want you to train me. . . I want to learn from you. Ulvore is yesterdays news, you Nethis are the future and we both know that." Ora's small hand rested on Nethis' shoulder as she grinned and her claw-like nails slightly dug into his arm.