Hips moved to the thump of the bass. The minimalist techno music played like the vocals of a synthetic, the tone set a stark contrast to that of the streets beyond the lavish entryways. As Rhailo moved, so too did her figure shift and snake seductively from the bar to the tables the drinks she carried belonged to. Over the course of her rounds, however little time she had been there obviously didn't affect her tips, as the woman had accumulated a hefty stack of credit chits for her efforts. Tucked in the string of that barely existent thong, they were enough to cover a night out on the town; or enough to get her the hell out of Nar Shaddaa. Whichever came first really. The creature continued observing the entrances and exits, opalescent oculars attracted to any figure taller than waist height.
Any moment now, she expected trouble to waltz in wearing a familiar mask of silent cruelty.
Doo-Lah-Khan translated, roughly, to 'buried in sand'- meaning a hidden treasure of sorts. Perhaps this particular casino was indeed such an oasis. Rhailo was generally one to argue quality of hedonistic cesspools, but at this point, she didn't have attention span to find out for sure. After all, the familiar bounty hunter was arriving in his suited armaments, and security seemed tense. Various armed figures around the room held up their wrists and pressed buttons just beneath their ear lobes; relaying messages among themselves, and to their superiors. Perfect. At this rate, someone worth more than their blaster's value would show up, and that would be her chance to plead sanctuary with the Roth Khanians. Old races stuck to such primitive values because over the course of generations, no one within their collective opposed their practices, and those who thought to try were quickly removed.
Her own people weren't lucky enough to be considered an ancient race, or even a fully functional race. Some argued they weren't a race at all. Instead, Auroun's were an anomaly that occurred initially through botched genetic testing on Q'ior. All rumors, as Rhailo would explain, and all were used as a means to further the propaganda against a potentially limitless breed of psions. Fear of their capabilities made them sought after for testing, breeding, and in some sectors of the universe, they were deemed hazardous. Extermination of Aurouns was legal on more than 400 planets across the known universe, which always left Rhailo curious just where the hell she was supposed to go if she left Nar Shaddaa.
Auroun as a species were little more than gypsy trash of this universe, chasing after a means of freedom while other alien races chased them; it was a cat and mouse game that no Auroun was excluded from. Because of these preordained facts, Rhailo had lost everyone close to her in one disaster or another. Some sold her out. Others had been helpful, and their kindhearted actions cost them dearly. While she had never been one to reminisce, that sort of weight on a relationship of any variety was met with an almost impossible sense of guilt. To get close to the woman was a sure fire way to make yourself a target in the process, and despite feeling guilt, Rhailo didn't risk her life for anyone. When it came down to fight or flight, she was already gone, leaving little more than the mess she created.
Pausing at an empty table, Rhailo leaned into the edge and bent at the hip, her figure languidly placed over the side so she could collect glassware individually. How it must have looked to anyone watching made the corners of her lips twitch, as she knew damn well there was little separating her body from the rest of the planet, but wasn't that the fun of this disguise? The barest coverage to accentuate a form some would kill for. Literally kill for. The Auroun slowly straightened to shift her weight from one leg to the other, her ample rear jostling with a few jiggles as though she was unaware of such attachments. Her skin seemed to shimmer in the light, specks of gold swirled amid a palette of alabaster. Easily, the woman held the empty drinks across her left arm while the right one remained unburdened in case her hunter wandered her way.
Oddly enough, Rhailo's best bet was to seem as natural as possible in the face of a chase. If he approached her, she would deny she knew what he was talking about. There were witnesses and, with the disguise, she was just an employee being assaulted by a disgruntled customer. It couldn't possibly come off otherwise- not when her ass was the main attraction to this club, and the patrons were in awe of her prowess. There was a time and a place for modesty, but based on her earnings in the short time she had been falsely playing waitress, Rhailo Destros was a vision. Now all she needed was some sorry sap dumb enough to stand between herself and her hunter friend.
'Or to have one of the Dynasty brothers make an appearance...' The Auroun commented to herself as a dark skinned fellow the size of a small tree walked through the club, just inches from hitting the crown of his head against the high ceiling. His eyes were a gold, and gold lightning-esque markings cut through the ebony of his hide, decorating him with an almost ombre sheen. Flanking him was a small army, all fellow Roth Khanians, with their gem embedded skin looking like cracked geodes over their exposed extremities. While it wasn't a good idea to make an approach since his guards would be quick to apprehend her, Rhailo did her best to garner the massive creature's attention in other ways. Puffing her chest out so the swell of her breasts were all the more noticeable under the somber lighting of the stage lights, long lashes batted seductively.
'Yeah, that's right... Look at me. Come a little closer, and I'll make you look at me.."
With any luck, Jaxisher Dynasty would catch her eyes before her Mandalorean tracker did. Word down the grapevine hinted he was recently single, and in such a case, Rhailo could be his bedroom bunny for as long as it took to get the whole bounty situation cleared up. It wasn't something she really wanted to do, but as life seemed to prove at every turn, doing things against your wishes was the best way to keep one's self intact. Relatively intact. Why did the S'zari want her anyway? Why didn't that come with the standard intimidation greeting? A deep breath escaped her as Jaxisher turned around, leaving her to set down the tray on the stage for a second to adjust her accouterments(which was literally just a thong).
"C'mon, stud.. Look at me..." Rhailo whispered, not realizing she was speaking to herself, but also wouldn't be particularly concerned had she noticed. "C'mon, baby, you know what you want... Just fucking look at me so I can work my magic..."
Any moment now, she expected trouble to waltz in wearing a familiar mask of silent cruelty.
Doo-Lah-Khan translated, roughly, to 'buried in sand'- meaning a hidden treasure of sorts. Perhaps this particular casino was indeed such an oasis. Rhailo was generally one to argue quality of hedonistic cesspools, but at this point, she didn't have attention span to find out for sure. After all, the familiar bounty hunter was arriving in his suited armaments, and security seemed tense. Various armed figures around the room held up their wrists and pressed buttons just beneath their ear lobes; relaying messages among themselves, and to their superiors. Perfect. At this rate, someone worth more than their blaster's value would show up, and that would be her chance to plead sanctuary with the Roth Khanians. Old races stuck to such primitive values because over the course of generations, no one within their collective opposed their practices, and those who thought to try were quickly removed.
Her own people weren't lucky enough to be considered an ancient race, or even a fully functional race. Some argued they weren't a race at all. Instead, Auroun's were an anomaly that occurred initially through botched genetic testing on Q'ior. All rumors, as Rhailo would explain, and all were used as a means to further the propaganda against a potentially limitless breed of psions. Fear of their capabilities made them sought after for testing, breeding, and in some sectors of the universe, they were deemed hazardous. Extermination of Aurouns was legal on more than 400 planets across the known universe, which always left Rhailo curious just where the hell she was supposed to go if she left Nar Shaddaa.
Auroun as a species were little more than gypsy trash of this universe, chasing after a means of freedom while other alien races chased them; it was a cat and mouse game that no Auroun was excluded from. Because of these preordained facts, Rhailo had lost everyone close to her in one disaster or another. Some sold her out. Others had been helpful, and their kindhearted actions cost them dearly. While she had never been one to reminisce, that sort of weight on a relationship of any variety was met with an almost impossible sense of guilt. To get close to the woman was a sure fire way to make yourself a target in the process, and despite feeling guilt, Rhailo didn't risk her life for anyone. When it came down to fight or flight, she was already gone, leaving little more than the mess she created.
Pausing at an empty table, Rhailo leaned into the edge and bent at the hip, her figure languidly placed over the side so she could collect glassware individually. How it must have looked to anyone watching made the corners of her lips twitch, as she knew damn well there was little separating her body from the rest of the planet, but wasn't that the fun of this disguise? The barest coverage to accentuate a form some would kill for. Literally kill for. The Auroun slowly straightened to shift her weight from one leg to the other, her ample rear jostling with a few jiggles as though she was unaware of such attachments. Her skin seemed to shimmer in the light, specks of gold swirled amid a palette of alabaster. Easily, the woman held the empty drinks across her left arm while the right one remained unburdened in case her hunter wandered her way.
Oddly enough, Rhailo's best bet was to seem as natural as possible in the face of a chase. If he approached her, she would deny she knew what he was talking about. There were witnesses and, with the disguise, she was just an employee being assaulted by a disgruntled customer. It couldn't possibly come off otherwise- not when her ass was the main attraction to this club, and the patrons were in awe of her prowess. There was a time and a place for modesty, but based on her earnings in the short time she had been falsely playing waitress, Rhailo Destros was a vision. Now all she needed was some sorry sap dumb enough to stand between herself and her hunter friend.
'Or to have one of the Dynasty brothers make an appearance...' The Auroun commented to herself as a dark skinned fellow the size of a small tree walked through the club, just inches from hitting the crown of his head against the high ceiling. His eyes were a gold, and gold lightning-esque markings cut through the ebony of his hide, decorating him with an almost ombre sheen. Flanking him was a small army, all fellow Roth Khanians, with their gem embedded skin looking like cracked geodes over their exposed extremities. While it wasn't a good idea to make an approach since his guards would be quick to apprehend her, Rhailo did her best to garner the massive creature's attention in other ways. Puffing her chest out so the swell of her breasts were all the more noticeable under the somber lighting of the stage lights, long lashes batted seductively.
'Yeah, that's right... Look at me. Come a little closer, and I'll make you look at me.."
With any luck, Jaxisher Dynasty would catch her eyes before her Mandalorean tracker did. Word down the grapevine hinted he was recently single, and in such a case, Rhailo could be his bedroom bunny for as long as it took to get the whole bounty situation cleared up. It wasn't something she really wanted to do, but as life seemed to prove at every turn, doing things against your wishes was the best way to keep one's self intact. Relatively intact. Why did the S'zari want her anyway? Why didn't that come with the standard intimidation greeting? A deep breath escaped her as Jaxisher turned around, leaving her to set down the tray on the stage for a second to adjust her accouterments(which was literally just a thong).
"C'mon, stud.. Look at me..." Rhailo whispered, not realizing she was speaking to herself, but also wouldn't be particularly concerned had she noticed. "C'mon, baby, you know what you want... Just fucking look at me so I can work my magic..."
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