11-05-2015, 08:30 PM
Ururu rolled her eyes, she didn’t particularly care if this man trusted her or not. She just wanted to find the Senate Library and start harvesting every document on technology that was available to her. Instead she was doing to right thing and trying to help someone in distress. How he was blind to these facts was beyond her.
“Yes I saw-“ Ururu started- and then the man cut her off for like the sixth time today. It was seriously getting old though.
Frustration welled in her stomach.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose she decided to let Hikaru listen for her as she fought off the desire to strangle the dark skinned man within an inch of his life just to prove that if he had anything to fear she could do it to him and double. Really she never had these issues in her home world. People typically distrusted shinobi as a way of life, ignored the homeless and had survival as their first and only instinct. They were predictable.
She could deal with people wanting to do the selfish thing. However in this case this guy was too focused on his family to the point of clouding his vision. She wasn’t even looking at him and his body language was still communicating that… excitable and anxious energy. Though that could be the psychic link between her and Hikaru.
When he finally shut up long enough for Ururu to speak she did just that, her scratchy voice cutting the air, “You don’t have to trust me. I don’t care if you do or not, I just wanted directions to the Senate Library… and I still do-!” He started shouting like a maniac, attracting pedestrian attention and Storm Trooper alike.
More importantly he cut her off again! What was that now? Nine times?
Nice shiny armor gleaming in the digital lights and hologlow began to shift more towards their direction. It had an air of experience that was necessitated by random bouts of violence by the parties who felt wronged by the system in this place.
“Dude, stop. You’re attracting the kind of attention that gets you executed or worse, jailed.” Ururu growled out under her lowering glare. And worse would get her put up on the Empire’s radar by association. That was the last thing she wanted, much less needed. One white armored individual with paint and a shoulder pad began to move forward. Gleaming black visor sparked white for an instant as his gaze completely fell on them.
“Hey you!” Came the Trooper’s digital feed, his clicking upon the asphalt with a precise well trained gait.
“Yes I saw-“ Ururu started- and then the man cut her off for like the sixth time today. It was seriously getting old though.
Frustration welled in her stomach.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose she decided to let Hikaru listen for her as she fought off the desire to strangle the dark skinned man within an inch of his life just to prove that if he had anything to fear she could do it to him and double. Really she never had these issues in her home world. People typically distrusted shinobi as a way of life, ignored the homeless and had survival as their first and only instinct. They were predictable.
She could deal with people wanting to do the selfish thing. However in this case this guy was too focused on his family to the point of clouding his vision. She wasn’t even looking at him and his body language was still communicating that… excitable and anxious energy. Though that could be the psychic link between her and Hikaru.
When he finally shut up long enough for Ururu to speak she did just that, her scratchy voice cutting the air, “You don’t have to trust me. I don’t care if you do or not, I just wanted directions to the Senate Library… and I still do-!” He started shouting like a maniac, attracting pedestrian attention and Storm Trooper alike.
More importantly he cut her off again! What was that now? Nine times?
Nice shiny armor gleaming in the digital lights and hologlow began to shift more towards their direction. It had an air of experience that was necessitated by random bouts of violence by the parties who felt wronged by the system in this place.
“Dude, stop. You’re attracting the kind of attention that gets you executed or worse, jailed.” Ururu growled out under her lowering glare. And worse would get her put up on the Empire’s radar by association. That was the last thing she wanted, much less needed. One white armored individual with paint and a shoulder pad began to move forward. Gleaming black visor sparked white for an instant as his gaze completely fell on them.
“Hey you!” Came the Trooper’s digital feed, his clicking upon the asphalt with a precise well trained gait.