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Jun. 10th, 2014 10:05 pmChiana's in a dive on some forsaken hole in the universe of a planet, in the middle of the Uncharted Territories. How did she get here? She likes to blame a measure of bad luck, a terrible misevaluation of what that Peacekeeper lieutenant liked to find between his partners' legs, and just fate wanting to frell her over as much as possible. She's lucky, in the end, that she's managed to escape here intact, but she's got next to no creds left, of any sort, nowhere near enough to buy passage off of the planet.
Well, there are other ways to buy passage, and she'll just have to rely on those. But tonight - tonight, she's drinking too much raslak and trying to forget the past few days ever happened.
She's coming back from a break in the bathroom, and stepping back through to the bar, when suddenly, she's somewhere else. A hallway, somewhere she doesn't know. The warmth of raslak is still singing through her veins, but now she wishes that it would stop - and then she can't feel it anymore, because all she can feel is the life disk in her stomach, or rather she can't feel it anymore, and it is like a punch in the guts.
She stumbles towards the nearest door, finds herself in a large empty room full of counters and cooking utensils. A kitchen? There are knives, gleaming knives, a little way off. The lights are turned off, but her eyesight is good enough to make up for that. She doesn't know where she is, but she has to see the disc for herself. Her knees want to buckle, and she feels like she can't breathe right, but she makes it to the blades and reaches a trembling, gloved hand for one of them. She has to see the disc for herself, and she leans back against the counter and pulls her midriff baring top a little higher, intending to slice herself open and get it out of her, now, get it out of her and see it for herself. Where is she, but mostly, he can't be dead, please.
Well, there are other ways to buy passage, and she'll just have to rely on those. But tonight - tonight, she's drinking too much raslak and trying to forget the past few days ever happened.
She's coming back from a break in the bathroom, and stepping back through to the bar, when suddenly, she's somewhere else. A hallway, somewhere she doesn't know. The warmth of raslak is still singing through her veins, but now she wishes that it would stop - and then she can't feel it anymore, because all she can feel is the life disk in her stomach, or rather she can't feel it anymore, and it is like a punch in the guts.
She stumbles towards the nearest door, finds herself in a large empty room full of counters and cooking utensils. A kitchen? There are knives, gleaming knives, a little way off. The lights are turned off, but her eyesight is good enough to make up for that. She doesn't know where she is, but she has to see the disc for herself. Her knees want to buckle, and she feels like she can't breathe right, but she makes it to the blades and reaches a trembling, gloved hand for one of them. She has to see the disc for herself, and she leans back against the counter and pulls her midriff baring top a little higher, intending to slice herself open and get it out of her, now, get it out of her and see it for herself. Where is she, but mostly, he can't be dead, please.