Moseying Along [Day 4, MA, Open]

[Hin'biki]

"No please!" Came the sounds of a young being as he was bodily shoved out of a rather dingy looking cargo hauler.

He staggered slightly with the force of it as the bay doors began to close, "We had a deal! I need to get off this f@#$ing planet!"

Impotent rage forced the cerulean twi'lek to bang on the metal of the ships hull, which did nothing but hurt his hand. He cradled it after the hit as his anger steadily shifted into a dejected sadness. He hung his head, and were it not for a life of hardship and disappointment with all types of people everywhere he went, he may have cried. As it was, it was just the latest in a long line of drek that had been heaped upon him.

All the same, he crouched to the ground, head between his knees, hands on his head. "What do I do now? He murmured softly