Lirka had a very easy relationship with planets like Nar Shadda, and it was easily summarized by: work. That was all she wanted out of these places, work. Nar Shadda was overcrowded, smelled almost as bad as not-so-distant Nal Hutta, and had more folk that were just as lightly to (attempt to) kill her. It's redeeming quality was that bounty work was immensely abundant.
She had been here for some time, at the bar for a little while. Shooting down cheap booze that barely phased her old self. A few venomous glares at other comers to the place if she didn't like the look they gave before eventually tossing her helmet and it's near faceless self. She rose from the bar after that, heading off to a holographic display of bounties. The poorly kept thing flickering, much to the annoyance of the woman.
By the time Nova would've entered, she had merely devolved into a shiny sight of sorts. A tall and obviously alien person (when clad in full plate, telling Lirka's gender became a near impossibility. Till she spoke.) who had developed a small bubble of personal space by those too afraid to get near, they couldn't be blamed. For she gave off an aura of malice, "dark side residue" some could call it. Anger seeped so deeply in her bones and very being. It was impossible for it not to be there when silent.
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