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[Dymiri Sunfell]

Ryloth
Kral'duun Outskirts

Somewhere on the terminal line of the Twi'lek's eternal twilight was the large settlement of Kral'duun, barely seven miles from the Kala'uun starport. It was like any other settlement on Ryloth--filled with the perfect balance of order and corruption and just the right amount of slave girls. At the edge of the settlement was an old smuggler's den that had been turned into a popular night club known to many as the Twin-Tail Vortex. It had everything someone down on their luck wanted; dancers, drugs, toxic beverages, and anything else to supply one's addiction to death and danger. Including no shortage of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and cold blooded killers. It was the perfect place to lay low, which is exactly what Dymiri needed to do after a particularly nasty mission in Sith space...

Without going into detail, all Dymiri knew was that she needed to be someplace where a lack of scrutiny was necessary to survive. The Twi'leks had just the thing, apparently. Within the depths of the Twin-Tail Vortex, beyond the violet-back-lit walls, smoke screens, laser lights, dancing girls and thumping music, Dymiri sat at a corner table with a modified DC-15A blaster rifle resting across her lap and a lovely, pink-skinned twi'lek showing off her natural born gifts in a flavor of dance. Though from time to time Dymiri's eyes scanned over the lovely young woman earning her keep, they seemed to stick to the opposite wall on a group of non-chalant, ever oblivious rodian bounty hunters...

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene walked through the streets of Ryloth with cautious careful steps, her eyes darting from alleyway to alleyway and taking careful not of everyone around her. The world of the Twi'leks was one filled with danger, decadence, and of course delight. Perhaps one of the greatest slave worlds in the Entire galaxy Ryloth was a draw to many people, mostly criminals.

The Queen of Rattatak was here for that exact reason, slaves.

Recently, her sister had been angered, and the end result had been the slaughtering of the slaves that maintained their palace, all one thousand of them. Nemene had been tasked with replacing that literal army of workers, Evelynn having sent her here to Ryloth to begin the search for replacements.

Nemene had always liked Twi'leks, this was one task she did not mind.

The Lightsaber pike on her back scrapped across the ground for a moment, the long spear like hilt nudging against soft dirt as she walked over a small bump in the road. Her orange eyes spotted the sign of a cantina across the way. She smiled slightly, she could use a drink.

Normally Nemene would not be caught dead in such a place, but things had changed.

With quick and almost hurried steps Nemene rushed over towards the cantina's doors, pulling her lightsaber pike off her back and using it as a walking stick. The guard at the door looked at the frail woman before him, her eyes meek and mischievous. He admitted her, thinking her a handmaiden of some grand lady no doubt.

She smiled, and stepped into the club.
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[Dymiri Sunfell]

That was when she felt it. What it was exactly was unknown to her, but it was like a harsh tug in the back of her mind. Like a string of yarn had tugged a small bell to garner her attention towards the entrance. When she averted her eyes from the group of Rodians on the other side of the club to see what exactly had called for her paranoid attention, she only saw the usual. Beggars and choosers stalking through the front doors on occasion; slaves and servants following after their ladies and lords. Nothing suspicious, nothing that should have set off that little alarm in her mind. When she finally decided to look back towards the group of thugs she had been scrying, she was oh-so-very surprised to suddenly discover one of them had wandered up to her, a bottle of Ryloth's worst in one grubby mitt as the other was wiping his cylindrical maw clean of spittle.

Pointing to her with a stubby finger, he barked a series of nearly incomprehensible sounds that were more akin to whining bag pipes than actual words. She offered him a furrow of her brow, her right hand slowly--casually--laying over the butt of her rifle as he insisted on getting her name. "Do we have a problem?" She asked with a cant of her head, her other hand curling into a delicate fist upon the edge of the table where that ever-vigilant twi'lek continued to dance, as if oblivious to the coming storm. The Rodian thug gave what sounded to be a growl in the back of his throat before repeating the phrase. Behind him at the far table, his three friends had taken notice and started to stare. "I guess we have a problem then," She summarized before making her move. With the fluidity and grace of a performer like the twi'lek nearby, she was upon her feet with a knee rising to crush the armored abdomen of the hapless Rodian before her. With a snap of ceramic plating, the cheap-imported material snapped and cracked into shards as her blow sent the Rodian onto his back. His friends were at first alarmed, struggling to fumble with the holsters of their blasters, before they managed to draw them.

At that point, it had been too little too late. Her blaster rifle was situated against her hip with the barrel pointed at the angry cluster of Rodians; then with a noisy screech, she open fired. Brilliant blue bolts of searing hot pain sprayed across the far wall, sending sparks and the wisps of smoke that smelled like charred flesh into the air as one by one the group of thugs went down like bags of bricks. The music in the club had stopped and all with the desire to live were cautiously peeking over at the display... watching as Dymiri observed the bundle of dead Rodians and then turned her eyes onto the thug she'd knocked on his butt. He was literally quaking in his boots, hands raised up before him as he spouted some non-sense--begging for forgiveness it seemed--and watching as Dymiri's eyes only narrowed and a wicked grin splayed her plush lips.

"I'd say sorry if I didn't enjoy my job so much..." She uttered, before leveling the blaster's barrel down at him and firing off one point-blank shot to the poor Rodian's cranium. For a moment, there was silence... and then the club resumed normal operations. The music picked up again and Dymiri casually spun on her heels and made her way back to her table. When she sat down, she motioned for her dancer to continue while laying her modified blaster rifle back across her lap. If it wasn't obvious by now, Dymiri suddenly seemed to be in the mood to celebrate... she had just earned her next paycheck.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene watched the gunplay go down, her eyes following every movement, every twitch, every action that the woman made. Her eyes twitched all over the place, studying with perfect atonement. She couldn't help but smile. There was something special about this one, not just a regular mercenary.

She shifted slightly, moving through the cantina with her lightsaber pike parting the way.

People generally tended to stay away from a woman with air about her like hers. Commanding, authoritative, and the fact that she was carrying a large staff of some sort made people quite weary of her. She managed to find her way to the Zaabrak in no time, finding her way to the table without hesitation. She placed her lightsaber staff against the wall, sliding into the womans booth and paying hardly any attention to the dancing Twi'lek.

“Hello.” Nemene said her voice sultry and commanding.
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[Dymiri Sunfell]

“Hello.” Came an unfamiliar voice; it was sharp enough to draw her attention with an air of authority about it. It either belonged to a confident slaver or someone who didn't belong--perhaps military. "Sorry honey, I have enough woman for one night..." She chimed, motioning to the dancing twi'lek who flashed a cute little grin as she continued to use the tabletop as her personal stage. Assuming Nemene didn't get the hint, the young woman would cant her head and offer a blank stare Nemene's way. "...And whatever you're selling, I don't want any of it."

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