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For the first time in your life have money, and it is burning a hole in your pocket. Most of the small fortune will be untouched, but you will treat yourself. You can be both smart and enjoy the fruits of your victory, after all, life is meant to be full of passion. Walking through the labyrinthine ziggurat, you slip the chip from its paper pouch and toss the wallet into a bin. Having a visual indicator of the vast sum trapped within the chip would snare wondering eyes and turn their heart black and bitter.
The best place you can think of treating yourself with a small portion of the prize is the small spaceport. It is far from the gargantuan docks that feed entire planets with concentrated off-world exports. It is the centre of imports and the occasional export. Working on a space station, you know these ships always manage to find some free area in a ship to move extra goods that can not be found on the manifest. Furthermore, they can lose items on these journeys that accidentally fall into the hands of different buyers.
With a skip in your step, you begin to make your way to the dock. You pause, you could invite Yira and Urr’tal. You discard the idea of bringing Urr’tal as quickly as you conjure the thought. Even without his presence, you can hear the words in your head, “I can come, but what do you want me to?” He wouldn’t care for the experience and would be left confused as to why he was included. Yira would be different, her infectious energy is ceaseless. She brings life to everything around her, whether they want that liveliness or not.
Withdrawing your communicator from your robe, you pause just before clicking her name. It is the first time you’ve invited a girl to just hang out with you. There has always been a reason before, but this time you are simply inviting her because what? You like her company? Worry at the thought of her misunderstanding your intentions raises warning alarms in your skull. Your outstretched finger begins to timidly retreat from the holoscreen. With a shake of your head, you wash that thought away, you are a Sith, and you will become a Sith. Yes, you’ve lacked interaction with the fairer sex, but you can’t let it hobble you, you are eighteen years old for Force’s sake.
A firm press from your index finger sends a transmission wave to Yira’s device. Without delay, the calling icon vanishes, and you see her face. You tell her of the reward, but not the total number of credits, and you plan to spend some of it. Ending it with an invitation for her to join you in shopping for some deals at the port. You don’t even finish your sentence before she enthusiastically agrees. Yira tells you to wait where you are, and she’ll be there in an instant. True to her word, she is with you momentarily.
The best place you can think of treating yourself with a small portion of the prize is the small spaceport. It is far from the gargantuan docks that feed entire planets with concentrated off-world exports. It is the centre of imports and the occasional export. Working on a space station, you know these ships always manage to find some free area in a ship to move extra goods that can not be found on the manifest. Furthermore, they can lose items on these journeys that accidentally fall into the hands of different buyers.
With a skip in your step, you begin to make your way to the dock. You pause, you could invite Yira and Urr’tal. You discard the idea of bringing Urr’tal as quickly as you conjure the thought. Even without his presence, you can hear the words in your head, “I can come, but what do you want me to?” He wouldn’t care for the experience and would be left confused as to why he was included. Yira would be different, her infectious energy is ceaseless. She brings life to everything around her, whether they want that liveliness or not.
Withdrawing your communicator from your robe, you pause just before clicking her name. It is the first time you’ve invited a girl to just hang out with you. There has always been a reason before, but this time you are simply inviting her because what? You like her company? Worry at the thought of her misunderstanding your intentions raises warning alarms in your skull. Your outstretched finger begins to timidly retreat from the holoscreen. With a shake of your head, you wash that thought away, you are a Sith, and you will become a Sith. Yes, you’ve lacked interaction with the fairer sex, but you can’t let it hobble you, you are eighteen years old for Force’s sake.
A firm press from your index finger sends a transmission wave to Yira’s device. Without delay, the calling icon vanishes, and you see her face. You tell her of the reward, but not the total number of credits, and you plan to spend some of it. Ending it with an invitation for her to join you in shopping for some deals at the port. You don’t even finish your sentence before she enthusiastically agrees. Yira tells you to wait where you are, and she’ll be there in an instant. True to her word, she is with you momentarily.
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