Bounty Hunter
It was another evening, on another planet, after another mission.
Nothing special was planned for this evening and later night.
Krin'nusissh would drink her fill at a run-down bar located somewhere on the grassy outskirts, away from the eyes of unwanted attention.
it was warm and humid, the air stale and dry, and the bar filled with the kinds of people you met once or twice before under those same un-easy circumstances.
However, she liked it. the aroma reminded her of home--as bad as it were.
the patrons eyes were trained not to stare at her alluring figure, since each of them have already received a few broken ribs from confrontation with Krin.
She was proud to be a twi'lek, but sometimes her appearance was a major hindrance, especially when trying to camouflage herself into the crowds.
Sipping from the dirty mug she released a grunt, leaning back into the chair and lets her eyelids shut.
finally, some quiet.
.
.
.
Nothing special was planned for this evening and later night.
Krin'nusissh would drink her fill at a run-down bar located somewhere on the grassy outskirts, away from the eyes of unwanted attention.
it was warm and humid, the air stale and dry, and the bar filled with the kinds of people you met once or twice before under those same un-easy circumstances.
However, she liked it. the aroma reminded her of home--as bad as it were.
the patrons eyes were trained not to stare at her alluring figure, since each of them have already received a few broken ribs from confrontation with Krin.
She was proud to be a twi'lek, but sometimes her appearance was a major hindrance, especially when trying to camouflage herself into the crowds.
Sipping from the dirty mug she released a grunt, leaning back into the chair and lets her eyelids shut.
finally, some quiet.
.
.
.