Failure at Cerea/narrative

Prologue
The Cantina on Iziz was always bustling with action and drunkenness, so it wasn't unusual to see a someone, let alone a Twi'lek, rush into the bar with the utmost speed. She franticly searched around the cantina, until her eyes locked on a strange man in a coat. She ran to his table and sat across from him. The man had ignored her frenzied trek through the cantina and put his elbows on the table, revealing some of his full-body armor.

"So," He started. "Do you have her?"

The green Twi'lek closed her eyes and took a breath. She tried to calm herself down, but her heart just couldn't stop racing. All the recent events, were becoming too much for her. The cantina began to spin around and around, making her sick. Unexpectedly, she saw the figure before her move his cup in front of her.

"Take a drink." He offered.

She grabbed the cup and gulped down as much as she could. The cool liquid slowed her nerves and she finally got a grip on everything.

"Better? He asked. She nodded in agreement. "So, is she with you?"

"No." She said, cringing. "We ran into some trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" The man said, disappointment in his tone.

The Twi'lek closed her eyes, ready to tell the entire events of what had unfolded.

Chapter One
Cerea, a peaceful,