Down and Out in the Colonies
Another world, another city. It looked like all the others. All the flash and charm and character in the rich and commerical areas. The rest of the city more run-down and dirty and full of people just trying to get by. Those who live on the edges of the law, or even the outsides. Those who do not speak to their neighbors for fear they will turn on them.
And once again, it was dark. Where the low lives and criminals and down-on-their-luck come out and roam the streets. A time of night that you have come to know all too well. The time that cloaks you, wraps around you, and isolates you from the stares and looks and comments of others. The time that is the only small shred of comfort you have left these days.
Another bar, another drink. Bad music, the low hum of conversations, and the smell of different species and drugs in the air. And like most seedy bars, a fight has broken out. Drunken fools, arguing over some mundane thing, who seek the thrill of violence to settle their fued. The memories come back quickly. And it just brings back the burning feelings of hatred and revenge and desire to see those who made you suffer get the justive they deserve.