Dymiri Sunfell
Character
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...
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...