Zathra Fett
Graffiti and Art are the same thing, right?
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Cylus Jest"]
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Again she was on the boring dusty and gritty planet of Loz. Man did she hate desert planets, Zathra would rather go anywhere other than here.......will except for Mustafar because of lava. Zathra sat atop the ledge of a roof with her painted mandalorion helmet planted upon her head. Beads of sweat slowly swam down her head as she waited and waited for Cylus as he was called, or as she called him, the Jester. A trap laid in wait within the deserted street being more commonly known for government officials to travel on such as Cylus, or the Jester as Zathra knew him. A near invisible wire lay close to the ground which when triggered, would release a canister of sleep gas as to capture Cylus alive. Well, if this didn't work........she would just have to knock him out or kill him somehow. Zathra took off her painted helmet and laid it down at her side while whistling a tune to herself that would be hard to hear due to how high the roof was off of the ground.