03-18-2016, 07:48 PM
Millie emerged in Costa Del Sol on the other side of the Nexus Gate with a sharp sigh.
After all her wandering. After all of her attempts to find a new, better place to live, she had wound up back here in her hometown. Leviathan wasn't sure what exactly it was that called her back to this Empire ridden dump. Maybe a part of who she used to be was still ambient enough in her mind to compel her to return home. It could also be because after spending so much time alone, it might be nice to go visit an old friend...even if the bastard was a walking snake.
A crushingly cheerful sun beat down on Millie as she drove her swoop bike slowly through the busy bazaar streets, crowds of shoppers weaving around stormtrooper patrols with nervous glances and hushed whispers. Millie would have liked to say she wasn't afraid like these clowns, but the fact that she had taken great pains to hide her stolen armor and weaponry in the boot was fairly damning evidence to the contrary.
This healthy paranoia served as a healthy distraction from the most pertinent question, however; where the hell did she expect to find Behemoth? It had been weeks since she last left the man's hideout in search of her own fortune. As it turned out, that kind of thinking was a crock of shit. Besides, it wasn't like working for some retired pirate king was her resigning her destiny. Not if it was her damn choice, anyway.
Oh wait, hadn't she seen Behemoth post some stuff on Omnitwitter a while back?
The musclebound black girl pulled her swoop to a stop and withdrew her rugged, well weathered dataverse device from the confines of her cargo pants and began tapping away...
After all her wandering. After all of her attempts to find a new, better place to live, she had wound up back here in her hometown. Leviathan wasn't sure what exactly it was that called her back to this Empire ridden dump. Maybe a part of who she used to be was still ambient enough in her mind to compel her to return home. It could also be because after spending so much time alone, it might be nice to go visit an old friend...even if the bastard was a walking snake.
A crushingly cheerful sun beat down on Millie as she drove her swoop bike slowly through the busy bazaar streets, crowds of shoppers weaving around stormtrooper patrols with nervous glances and hushed whispers. Millie would have liked to say she wasn't afraid like these clowns, but the fact that she had taken great pains to hide her stolen armor and weaponry in the boot was fairly damning evidence to the contrary.
This healthy paranoia served as a healthy distraction from the most pertinent question, however; where the hell did she expect to find Behemoth? It had been weeks since she last left the man's hideout in search of her own fortune. As it turned out, that kind of thinking was a crock of shit. Besides, it wasn't like working for some retired pirate king was her resigning her destiny. Not if it was her damn choice, anyway.
Oh wait, hadn't she seen Behemoth post some stuff on Omnitwitter a while back?
The musclebound black girl pulled her swoop to a stop and withdrew her rugged, well weathered dataverse device from the confines of her cargo pants and began tapping away...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued