Post by Knightfall on Nov 24, 2010 0:29:52 GMT 1
Figured we could use this as a place to post writing samples 'n' stuff!
I started writing a story about Atton Rand from KotOR II after getting all inspired-like from Buch's last fanfic. Wrote a quick piece about Nar Shaddaa that borders on cheesy, but I'm still gonna work it into the story.
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The only way to tell if you are dayside on Nar Shaddaa is to have a chronometer handy. But if you have the credits to buy an accurate one, then what are you doing on this moon in the first place?
Another way is to be Topside and find the sun with your own eyes. This isn't the easiest task to accomplish, given that you'll still be surrounded by buildings that will block your view until high noon. You can always take a lift up to the top of one of these buildings and check around the observation deck for your modest little star, but that's a little more effort than it's worth.
To be perfectly blunt, your average offworlder will rarely, if ever, be able to grasp the time cycles of Nar Shaddaa. But one who's had the misfortune of being born on this moon will develop an internal clock second to none. Their chronometer is the moon itself.
Early morning brings with it the smell of hot chocolate and freshly-baked kava bread from nearly every shop on every level. Both can be bought for the bargain price of two credit three from the smaller bakeries. It's a different story at the more expensive cafes, where the ingredients are more potent but of a lower quality: a joke that only the poor and the middle class are in on.
You can tell it's just after breakfast when the thoroughfares light up just a few shades brighter and are subsequently filled to the rails with pedestrians on their way to work. The smells have died down, but the chatter and the thousands of footfalls create a brand of white noise that lasts until noon, when you begin to see the sun hovering overhead.
Afternoon, you'll see more children out on the streets with parents in tow. You'll also see kids who look a little dirtied up and wide-eyed with no parents escorting them around; the pickpockets only come out in the afternoon. How many kids do you know who are willing to wake up early for their job?
Night. The streets are fairly quiet, and merchant carts are out in full force to take advantage of the order in all the chaos of the day. Take the Merktogany Thoroughfare to the courtyard just behind the Czerka Corporation Recruitment Center and you'll find a few carts where you can buy the most delicious bantha wraps that you've probably never tasted for two credit twenty-three.
At midnight, not even the carts will be out. The streets will be almost completely emptied, though the throughfares are always busy. This is the time when the underworld comes to life. You'll see groups of people with nowhere they have to be, exchanging death sticks, harassing the few passersby. This is when the moon bares the darkness of its soul, where the hopeless find meaning and the corruption metastasizes in all directions.
This is about when Atton found his way Topside. His senses immediately informed him of the current time, and told him that his friends wouldn't be too far away.
I started writing a story about Atton Rand from KotOR II after getting all inspired-like from Buch's last fanfic. Wrote a quick piece about Nar Shaddaa that borders on cheesy, but I'm still gonna work it into the story.
--
The only way to tell if you are dayside on Nar Shaddaa is to have a chronometer handy. But if you have the credits to buy an accurate one, then what are you doing on this moon in the first place?
Another way is to be Topside and find the sun with your own eyes. This isn't the easiest task to accomplish, given that you'll still be surrounded by buildings that will block your view until high noon. You can always take a lift up to the top of one of these buildings and check around the observation deck for your modest little star, but that's a little more effort than it's worth.
To be perfectly blunt, your average offworlder will rarely, if ever, be able to grasp the time cycles of Nar Shaddaa. But one who's had the misfortune of being born on this moon will develop an internal clock second to none. Their chronometer is the moon itself.
Early morning brings with it the smell of hot chocolate and freshly-baked kava bread from nearly every shop on every level. Both can be bought for the bargain price of two credit three from the smaller bakeries. It's a different story at the more expensive cafes, where the ingredients are more potent but of a lower quality: a joke that only the poor and the middle class are in on.
You can tell it's just after breakfast when the thoroughfares light up just a few shades brighter and are subsequently filled to the rails with pedestrians on their way to work. The smells have died down, but the chatter and the thousands of footfalls create a brand of white noise that lasts until noon, when you begin to see the sun hovering overhead.
Afternoon, you'll see more children out on the streets with parents in tow. You'll also see kids who look a little dirtied up and wide-eyed with no parents escorting them around; the pickpockets only come out in the afternoon. How many kids do you know who are willing to wake up early for their job?
Night. The streets are fairly quiet, and merchant carts are out in full force to take advantage of the order in all the chaos of the day. Take the Merktogany Thoroughfare to the courtyard just behind the Czerka Corporation Recruitment Center and you'll find a few carts where you can buy the most delicious bantha wraps that you've probably never tasted for two credit twenty-three.
At midnight, not even the carts will be out. The streets will be almost completely emptied, though the throughfares are always busy. This is the time when the underworld comes to life. You'll see groups of people with nowhere they have to be, exchanging death sticks, harassing the few passersby. This is when the moon bares the darkness of its soul, where the hopeless find meaning and the corruption metastasizes in all directions.
This is about when Atton found his way Topside. His senses immediately informed him of the current time, and told him that his friends wouldn't be too far away.