The mind awakens (Marina DeVoe, closed for now)
Outer Rim Territories
Nal Hutta, Nar Shaddaa
Starport, 11:35 am
They called it "Smuggler's moon".
Civilised people from the Core Worlds avoided the place like a plague. Even the Sith and the Empire left it alone, fear of risking an unprovoked battle from the Hutts. More formally, the Hutts belonged to a greater group of criminals and villains known as the Galactic Underworld. As words and rumours would lead others to believe, the Galactic Underworld was dangerous to venture into. In a certain sense, that was true. You could get pick pocketed, robbed or assaulted in broad daylight. Scammers were abound, cheating credits from unaware newcomers. And if a Hutt posted a bounty on your head, you would find yourself being chased by countless bounty hunters across the region.
But sometimes it could also just be a matter of perception. The same experience could mean totally different things to different people, simply because of of their different beliefs and views. A Jedi would view himself as the beacon of light and hope for the others as he used the Light Side of the Force to protect the others. The Sith would view themselves as understanding the true nature of emotions and power as they tapped on the Dark Side. The reality? Perhaps the Jedi and the Sith were both right and wrong.
Master Yoda, one of the wisest Jedi, once said, “Many of the truths that we cling to depend on our point of view." Perhaps the Force was just the Force. There was no Light Side or Dark Side. It was all in the matter of perception and labels.
Similarly, Nar Shaddaa was more than just criminals and crimelords. The media would never cover the uninteresting lives of thousands who were born illiterate and spent their whole lives trying to lead a decent living. That pickpocket stole because he had a family to feed. The bounty hunter did his job with professionalism that could match a Jedi's devotion to the Light. And the social escort who grew up seeing her mother accompanying different clients would find herself repeating the footsteps because she did not know she could choose differently. These people who suffered were ignored, simply because they were unfortunate enough to be living in Hutt territory.
The civilised people who prized tolerance and liberty would tolerate differences in beliefs, which led to the sad fact of people not talking about why they had different beliefs in them. It was certainly not hardwired. Plus, there was also a matter of arrogance. Whether it was a blind certainty that the Force was to be viewed in a certain way, or people in Nar Shaddaa were all scums, the close mindedness of people would amount to an imprisonment which they did not even know about.
Such were the thoughts of a certain blonde woman who had spent much of her life fighting for something. At first, it was the idea of a Republic. Then, it became freedom and credits. But now, the blonde was no longer sure of herself. She still cut an attractive figure, turning men's heads as she passed them by. Most did not dare to approach her, for she was armed to the teeth. Still, once in a while a foolhardy man would take the plunge to talk to her. Her once expressive emerald eyes, which now looked unusually weary, would return the conversation with an icy cold stare that was enough to freeze a man's tracks and stop following her.
Mariya Fleischer had bigger issues than finding a hot date. She was tired of life.
Since leaving the Galactic Underworld, she found herself wandering among planets, searching for the meaning of life. A difficult question to reply. Nevertheless, she spent much of her time pondering about her life so far. Once a fresh face lieutenant in the Republic, she found herself fighting wars and seeing deaths of her friends. Then she became a mercenary, leading the life of freedom and credits among the Underworld. Life was certainly happy then, and time slipped by quickly. However good times would not last forever, and this was proven to be true as friends slowly drifted apart.
Now she found herself at the starport, looking for the next flight to Coruscant. She read somewhere that psychotherapy could be useful in helping her out. Truth be told, she did consider looking for the Jedi. But most of the remaining Jedi who were still active were no Consulars. If there were a Master Yoda... maybe things would different. Besides, their replies were often too cryptic to decipher.
And lastly? Mariya always had a certain personal bias against Force Users. No, she would seek for some answers via human psychology.
She wandered around the starport, looking for a suitable pilot who was available to take her to her destination.
Last Edited By: Mariya Fleischer 01/05/16 2:08. Edited 1 time.
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