Walk Me Home: Chapter One

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Cherise Megnatta does not like cops.

Not many people do. But having worked in the service industry — specifically the alcohol service industry — since she was a teenager, she was forced to interact with them more often than most. Since setting foot on Coruscant, Cherise had worked in some less-than-reputable places with far less reputable clientele. Fights were a nightly occurrence. Illegal “business meetings” were nearly as common. If she had a dime for every time she saw someone pull their blaster out, she’d never have to work again.

Walk Me Home: Prologue

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Go back to the barracks.

He should listen. He wants to listen. 

The barracks are dark. The blaring colour of Coruscant always leaves his cybernetic eye aching and throbbing all the way to the back of his skull. Tonight, the lights flicker between flashes of light and muted shadow as the hoverlift drops level after level. Even with both eyes shut tightly behind his helmet, the light seeps through, and Wolffe’s head pounds. 

The barracks are safe. He still has a room to himself, barely big enough to fit his bunk and a gear bag. No one looks at him there. No one spits at his feet or drunkenly tries to pick a fight.

The barracks are clean. He would never find such filth and garbage littering the floors of the tiny shared space. The clutter makes his teeth clench, and he swears he can feel the smog stick to his skin beneath his armour and undersuit. 

Go back to the barracks.

He wants to. But he won’t. 

You’ve so effectively created such a MOOD here! I’m dying to know what happened in the 2 months since order 66 😵