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A 1x1 between Kat && Deific.
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A 1x1 between Kat && Deific.
Feel free to read along.
<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar]Rhailo Destros was considered a flight risk, so she was kept grounded. Detained. A small cell in Nar Shaddaa's loading quarter was where Hutta interplanetary forces housed her, with a few wayward guards pacing the halls of their cubed office building. Honestly, if she wasn't busy using a laser switch as a jimmied lock pick, she might have taken offense; after all, her methods were seen as being quite cunning. Had the woman not been a severe problem in great need of remedying, she wouldn't be contained to begin with- but the logic behind their imprisonment protocol was lost on her. Time didn't wait for the thoughts to settle though, and the small beam of energy she maneuvered like a stylus only had so much juice left in it's waning battery life. Fingers eased the measure against the light frame of the jail cell, sparking discontent across the face of the energy door. Rifts in the fabric shot across the front, testing the solidity of her exit time and time again.
Searching, opalescent hues finally found a hole in the barrier. "Oh, you lot really didn't plan ahead..." The woman smiled into her commentary, crouched to re-position just before sliding the point of her pen-like device through the severed material. Something in the mesh sizzled, and collectively, the entire framework crumpled loosely where the middle was breached, leaving it to hang like a toppled hammock while she rose to step over her handiwork. Stylus was pocketed while her figure sauntered along, one stiletto heel clicking extra hard as she activated her camouflage tech. Suddenly, what had once been the buxom figure with startling features and moonlit hair now appeared to those around her as nothing more than a factory model R2-71 unit. The most common custodial unit on Nar Shaddaa.
Leaving the facility was a fucking joke. If androids laughed as loudly as she did when the cityscape stretched before her some moments later, Rhailo would have to look into acquiring one of her own. A reminder of another eventful outing. The disguise dissipated as she coasted the streets, drifting between shops and shuffling pedestrians all trying to make their way from low end to high roller. Nar Shaddaa was, in some ways, a real escape from typical galactic tyranny, but it had enough crime to sink lesser planets into far worse states. The nightlife was the real draw, she assumed, as clubs with flashing neon signs burned as effigies to lost causes and loose morals. There were endless ways to lose one's self in the atmosphere of the metropolis, but Rhailo didn't have time to table dance and gamble the very last of her credits; not with syndicate enforcer's still looking for her.
As it was, the Auroun female owed more credits than could be payed off in several life times. God, she knew it too, because every bookie, loan shark, club jockey, and mob boss on this flashbulb spaceport was trying to track her down. And, if said search parties couldn't have the credits due, they could have her, and such a concept wasn't so outrageous when one knew a bit about her people. It almost made sense to think they might prefer her instead. Rhailo was one of the very few Aurouns on this side of the galaxy, and even elsewhere, they weren't a common race to come across in one's space journeying. The common misconception was the Auroun were hunted and enslaved by a neighboring quadrant's government, but this wasn't anywhere near the truth, and even Rhailo wasn't so cocky to believe her people to be desirable enough to be the chosen slave race of war mongers on Anassi Prime.
Yet there was a certain air to the creature that seemed to attract attention, even when she was doing her best to look inconspicuous within the denizens in transit. Sights followed her shapely figure when Rhailo sidled around smaller races scooting past her ankles, and anonymous catcalls sounded from alleyways every other street she bypassed. Her destination was a dingy cantina many wouldn't consider more than a crack in the wall, but when it was finally in her sights, the unique Auroun ducked from the populace and headed inside.
Idly, her hands toyed at belt hoops on her pants, thumbs poking through to hang forgotten while Rhailo sauntered through the dimly lit bar. No one seemed to want to look her way, save maybe the six armed bartender, though he only had a snort to share with this familiar patron.
"What, no welcome wagon? You guys gotta be kidding me.." Rhailo reached a particularly skittish creature where it perched in a seat far too large for it's Rat-like body, and one leg shot out to kick over the stool, sending the alien flying to the floor with a miserable squeak. "What's that, Grauzli? You got something to say to me after you fucking snitched?" Rhailo brought a heel up and stepped on the throat of the animal while she continued with, "And none of you fucking idiots thought to teach the informant a lesson? Fucking pathetic."
Rhailo's heel didn't stop it's descent until the gurgles of beast were silenced, it's thrashing limbs ceasing to move after it's throat was crushed. Such was their lives in the belly of the beast known as Nar Shaddaa.
"Whatever. I'll be the fucking exterminator, as always.." Strange opal shaded orbs were directed back to the bar, and she commented, "You're awful quiet for someone who owes me a favor."
"Gonna cash it in?" The bartender asked as several of his arms moved around, busied with cleaning glasses and wiping down the counter area.
"Yeah, lemme cash it. How about you tell me who the hell is looking for me?" Rhailo picked up the seat she had previously kicked over and settled it down near the alien, beckoning him closer with a single manicured finger. "I end up in minimum lockdown when the rat rat's on me, but we both fucking know they were only holding me..."
"Yeah, heard that." The creature, with his almost reptilian features, seemed to narrow his gaze. "They got someone professional headed this way. Don't know the details, don't know the time frame... But from what I've head, someone wants you bad."
Rhailo couldn't help laughing at his words, offering, "Tell me something I don't know, pal. Right, whatever. That ain't enough information to count for a favor... But I'll leave you guys out of this." Back to her feet she went, giving the patrons a sweeping look before adding on her way back through the door, "Be a shame is anyone mentioned I was here..."
As much as she might have loved sticking around to intimidate the lowlifes of the lower end, Rhailo had an apartment to head to. Even a rampaging gambler required having a shitty loft to crash in, and it just so happened to be where the supplies needed to get through this uncomfortable conundrum were stored. Probably about time for the woman to get the hell off this space trash planet anyway, considering just how extensive the damage to her reputation had become. Even knowing she was being hunted didn't actually help her, as she had enough organizations riled up, it could have been any of their orders. Perhaps there would be multiple bounties on her head at this point; she didn't want to think about it.
The streets got darker the farther she moved away from the casinos and bars, her apartment a top shelf dive in it's own right, crammed between countless small businesses of a less than reputable variety. A shoddy elevator shot her up 71 stories, past all the other gamblers and pimps and urchins residing in the building, and then stopped abruptly to spit her out. The hallway looked like someone had taken a blow torch to the walls a few times, but Rhailo was seemingly un-phased. After all, she lived here- she knew it was a shit hole. The door opened after the facial recognition software finally kicked in, so for about five minutes, she just poked her tongue out and made an array of faces to pass the time.
Inside, Rhailo tensed, sniffing the air. Someone had been there... The woman could smell battery acid and some other fuel source she had no reason to own, and it put pause to her plans of rummaging through her belongings.
"Hello?" Was all she asked, but it was loud enough to cut through the static quiet. Peculiar orbs searched for movement, for light sources, for an unfamiliar shape... Anything out of place.
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