He looked one last time at the table and chair, making sure there was nothing else clinging to the surface. The others wouldn’t be found for at least another few hours, and even then there would be a fight before they were forced to return to the city center. The man glanced at the chrono on his wrist - he had time. They tore out of the entranceway towards the swamps, kicking up dust in their wake, the roar of their engines ripping through the air. Sighing, he replaced the soiled rag in his pocket, making a mental note to burn it at the first opportunity.Ī few speeder bikes raced by - the first signs of a city stirring from its languid slumber. The once-white fabric was now stained in some horrible, unnamable shade of green. He wrinkled his nose and pulled a cloth from his back pocket, wiping down the surface of both the chair and table in front of him. The surface gleamed with an oily residue, a product of the previous night’s rainfall. The man scowled and walked to a table furthest from the cantina entrance. He should have planned better, but there had been little time and too many eyes. The layers of leather material he wore were ill-suited for the climate of the planet. Sweat poured down his back as he reached the empty landing. Satisfied that he had purged the latest toxic incursion on his body, he climbed the ramp leading to a cantina patio just inside the city gate. He paused to let out a few deep, productive coughs, making a point not to expectorate the results on the ground as he had seen the locals do so often. It seemed that the city's ever-present spectrum of noxious odors had somehow expanded overnight. He immediately regretted the action, nearly gagging in response to the assault on his olfactory senses. The man took a large breath in through his nose. Domed, pustule-like structures littered the horizon, interspersed with neon signs advertising shops, cantinas, and multitudinous forms of carnal satisfaction. He wiped his brow and turned back to the capital, passing under the fallen carcass of a tree that served as the entranceway into the city. The man stared out into the yellow-grey miasma, trying to identify the individual features of the landscape. Sunlight barely filtered through the veil of haze that wrapped the city in its stale embrace. ← Previous Work Part 2 of the Divergences series Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 89007 Chapters: 17/17 Comments: 297 Kudos: 521 Bookmarks: 57 Hits: 13091 you think i'm kidding but this is going to take some time.Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types.Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.
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