"I don't care for your foolish rules, but do no think for a second that I will be intimidated by either of you. You can run surveillance on my every move on the city streets, but if I go in a business or somebody's home, I better not see a single Imperial, or I'll make sure my next bounty is collecting both of your heads."
Walking forward with heavy steps, Crystaall pushed aside the troopers and made her way to the exit with anger in her core. She didn't care for the Imps, but if they knew what happened back in Coruscant, she wouldn't have been able to land. She was grateful for that at least. The stormtrooper scoffed as he was pushed aside, along with his more heavy partner and watched the young girl leave, with her swaying hips almost hypnotizing the man. He looked at his partner who stared at the sky, with only one of the suns being visible and sighed.
"Sir, she may be more of a problem than you anticipated."
"I care not how large of a problem she will become, I care if we can put her under my control. And soon."
"Good luck with..... thaaat."
He tried to shout but he grasped his throat as he felt a hand clapsed around it. But his heavy friend stood there in complete silence, staring at him. The tropper fell to his knees, still trying to hold his lungs as if it would help him survive this sudden punishment. The anger of his friend rose as he felt his larynx crumbling under the pressure. He tried to exhale once more as he no longer could hold his eyes open, falling to his side, his hands still grasping his neck.
"Your opinion was not needed Sergeant."
She wandered around for several hours, observing every single landmark she could find. With the wide streets and the small alleys, Crystaall knew escape from anyone in this city could be either heaven or a complete nightmare. She knew she didn't have to escape anyone at the moment, but she wanted to plan ahead. The Empire had struck without warning back on Coruscant, and they brought an invasion force just for one dead man. The big city confused her with its buildings having similar taste, yet they each had their own purpose. She could tell the buildings scattered on the walls of Mos Eisley were just homes. Anyone that was rich would have a good home off in the plain countryside of sand and duststorms. This crime lit city had many hunters, a lot of them were different species, most of them having helmets, but she could tell that a majorit of them were not human. Through her long time of searching, she could not find a single place to stay, and she began to think that she'd have to go to Anchorage to find a decent apartment. It soon became pitch black as the dead night rose with the two suns dissapearing behind the black curtain. She soon found a place she could rest, at least for a few moments. The Mos Eisley cantina. She burst open the door, stumbling a little, too much pressure having been applied to the door as she quickly placed it against the door.
"I hope you plan on paying for that durasteel door."
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