he’s TRYING not to stand out, one human face in the middle of a myriad of non-humanoids faces, aliens, following behind others like himself. there’s a sense of unease pervading all of the transactions at street vendors left right and center. credits are flying, the region’s unstable, and most are focused on SAFE PASSAGE out before things properly get out of hand. váli’s made his share. he works pick up jobs, the latest had been more than alright, smuggling off a convoy destined for imperial space.
váli’s not lost, pressing through bodies with the world blurring into indistinct colors as he follows. ------ it’s THEN that an explosion rocks through the market, ground rumbling, a ship flying low as people begin to scrabble and he can feel the skirmish above them. there’d been EARTHQUAKES on his home planet, seismic shifts that woke him in the night, disoriented, but the rush of adrenaline makes the world clear and he follows the first human that he can. the one he had, admittedly, been tailing. “you hurt? you have to get off-world. this is only the first wave, you know. and on an alien planet? they’ll kriffing raze it.”
unplotted starter // @forcerebel