The Rebel Faction

Jelan was, simply, ecstatic since her latest news, and instead of wasting her day away stuck in the Cantina dancing, she was finally out on the streets, walking casually along the side of the street, nodded her head to those who she knew and then fell silent once again. The emotions of her happy mood came in waves, because in some ways she would miss that place, but also in some ways she was glad that she was out on her own.

Sighing to herself, her violet eyes looked over those that passed her, wondering if any of them would have any idea if there were any jobs available willing to pay a Twi’lek. She didn’t know much about the outside world, save for those cases in which she and Ishara got down to their business. She grinned at the thought of that and then realized she was alone. For once in her life, she wasn’t with her ‘master’; for her master was no more. She was her own person. She laughed quietly to herself for overlooking this part and found herself leaning up against a building, watching people pass as she wrapped her arms around herself, and then decided it would be better to keep on walking.

She wondered what jobs she’d be capable at; she knew some of her traits that were excellent, but she could not reveal those to just anybody… Shrugging her shoulders, she decided that she’d just have to try her hand at multiple tasks, and find out what she excelled at, and find out what her weaknesses were. All she knew was that no one was going to make her be a slave again, and she wouldn’t stand it if they even tried.

Taking in a deep breath, she pushed herself up off the side of the building with her right foot, walking amidst the crowd, feeling as if she blended in all too well. Would she ever make herself stand out? She knew it didn’t matter, but being just another face in the crowd wasn’t the nicest of things, now, was it? She didn’t necessarily want to stand out to the point of where people got out of her way to let her have the easiest route through, really, but she just wanted to have some unique traits that other people could only dream of having. She wasn’t greedy, but for some reason she thought she was. Frowning to herself for thinking of such things, she sighed lightly and lifted her head up, finally able to look others in the eyes without being scolded while dancing. It was a nice feeling. Truly, it was.

Unaware that she was, in fact, being followed, she completely ignored the man that she might have seen out of the corner of her eye, had she been paying attention at all, but her mind was elsewhere, the stars being their limit. And as she thought, she continued her walk, placing her back to the man as she moved gracefully, perhaps too gracefully to catch the eyes of some of the natives to this planet.

Help it, however, she could not, and she continued on her way, weaving in and out of the crowds, her eyes going over each of the windows that some people were looking into at the stores, wondering where she should find her first employment out of the Underground. Or perhaps she should return there and see what new job they had for her? She knew not, however, and shrugged her shoulders to herself, looking at many of the people she walked by with curiosity, then looked at the windows to see what was so special as to attract their attention.

Finding that it was nothing that interested her, however, she once more continued on her long walk, making sure not to bump into anyone.

Should that little boy have been a pickpocket, he would not have found a pocket from which to pick from Jelan, try as he might; for she carried no money on her, having left it with Ishara for the time being. Of course, she didn’t notice she was being followed—nothing seemed out of the ordinary, since numerous people were behind her. Perhaps not following her, but they were there nevertheless, and that is also why she did not notice the two behind her. Hers arms swayed naturally at her side, and she cast sidelong glances at passersby who returned them to her, and she laughed lightly to herself before gazing into a shop window. Perhaps in a few more jobs and she’s be able to buy herself a ship and get away from this planet and move elsewhere…freely, of course.