[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
Nemene stood in a small town on some undescribed world on the edge of Republic space, a few leagues away was a small bunker, one very similar to what Nemene and Evelynn usually used to torture innocents, Jedi mostly. Nemene had traveled here to maintain and resupply the facility, usually the Sirens would take care of this task, but this one time The Queen of Rattatak had decided to under take the task on her own.
For some strange reason she had found it rather relaxing so far.
The facility had been completely empty of course, and all of its main functions had been operating at near peek. The only thing she had done to it was replace a single lightbulb, something that surprisingly had made her feel rather accomplished, strange that. She frowned slightly as she walked through the small village, her hair tied up in a ponytail.
She wore her leather armor, the Ripper blaster on her back and her saber-staff on her hip.
Nemene wasn't expecting a fight, but in the outer rim anything could happen. Her eyes remained peeled open as she stepped through the dust and dirt of the tiny village. There was a frown on her face, something suddenly felt...off. The air was wrong, and a pressure pushed at the back of her head.
The force warned her of something, though she could not tell what.
The Queen continued to walk, a disgusting taste filling her mouth.
Nemene stood in a small town on some undescribed world on the edge of Republic space, a few leagues away was a small bunker, one very similar to what Nemene and Evelynn usually used to torture innocents, Jedi mostly. Nemene had traveled here to maintain and resupply the facility, usually the Sirens would take care of this task, but this one time The Queen of Rattatak had decided to under take the task on her own.
For some strange reason she had found it rather relaxing so far.
The facility had been completely empty of course, and all of its main functions had been operating at near peek. The only thing she had done to it was replace a single lightbulb, something that surprisingly had made her feel rather accomplished, strange that. She frowned slightly as she walked through the small village, her hair tied up in a ponytail.
She wore her leather armor, the Ripper blaster on her back and her saber-staff on her hip.
Nemene wasn't expecting a fight, but in the outer rim anything could happen. Her eyes remained peeled open as she stepped through the dust and dirt of the tiny village. There was a frown on her face, something suddenly felt...off. The air was wrong, and a pressure pushed at the back of her head.
The force warned her of something, though she could not tell what.
The Queen continued to walk, a disgusting taste filling her mouth.