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A Rose By Any Other Name

"Ground Control, this is the Hidden Blood, requesting permission to land in Bay 12. I'm transmitting clearance codes to your systems now. Be alert that Auto-Pilot is guiding me down." A soft spoken voice with an accent that dipped and weaved around the words uttered broke the silence that filled a starship as it approached Naboo, only just previously dropping out of hyperspace.

Reclined within the pilot's seat within the shadow filled cockpit of the XS Stock Light Freighter, a relic from an era of the galaxy long since past that had been a popular model among beings of the smuggling trade, as it slowly lowed itself through the crisp atmosphere of the greenery covered and nature hosting planet of Naboo was a small figure, barely topping a height of five feet. They were sat with their boots, a leather heeled pair of boots that reached up towards the figure's knees only to stop half way, propped up on the co-pilot seat next to them. A hat that commonly found on the more rural and primal planets that populated the galaxy, known as a stetson, was pulled low over the face of the figure; obscuring their face from any observer that would have happened to be within the cockpit.

"Roger Hidden Blood, you're clear to land in Bay 12. Over."

As soon as the clearance had come through the comms system, followed by a brief moment of static as the connection was cut, a surge of activity occurred behind the figure, although they didn't so much as flinch at the sudden cacophony of sound. A small, red and whit droid with a dome top wheeled into the cockpit, whistling as it did so, dome spinning around rapidly. Coming to a stop before the console, a tool emerged from the body of the droid and slid into the port made specifically for said tool, connecting the droid to the Freighter. Whistling again, the droid used its connection with the ship to turn the lights within the cockpit on to their maximum brightness, drawing a hissed curse in Falleen from the figure.

"All right, all right. You fething bucket of scrap."

Grunting, the figure pushed herself, her gender now obvious from the impression of her breasts against her clothing, to her feet, boots clicking on the metal grating that exposed the wires and pipes bellow that served as the flooring for the ship. Reaching up with a hand engulfed in a lace glove and tipped with five claws instead of nails, the figure grasped the stetson hat and set it atop her head, wearing it as it should be worn.

With her hat removed from her face, her features were exposed to any that might have been observing her at that time. Steel blue eyes were shallowly set within the prominent bones of eye sockets. Green scales of varying size and tone covered the entirety of the face, stopping at her green lips. No ears were easily visible, instead there were two holes hidden along the side of her skull.

Now that the figure was standing, her clothing was clearly illuminated by the over head lights. On her torso, the woman wore a white, cleanly pressed shirt which became puffy around her upper arms, where a red pattern was sewn. Along with the white shirt she wore a black tie and a light brown and intricately embroidered waistcoat. On her legs, she wore a pair of dark navy jeans that were tucked into the boots she wore. Hanging from the breast pocket of her waistcoat was a gold pocket watch attached to a golden chain. Engraved onto the pocket watch was the figure's name: Dyxra'a Khoez.

Reaching down to the side of the chair she had just vacated, Dyxra'a wrapped her left hand around the leather wrapped handle of a metal cane with the word Janus engraved along its side. Walking out of the cockpit as a vibrating thud ran through the ship as it touched down and the droid that had been assisting the autopilot wheeled out of the cockpit, weaving around her as it did so, Dyxra'a exited into the main area of the Hidden Blood, her cane tapping rhythmically as she did so.

Stopping in front of a table and chair, Dyxra'a pulled a dark brown trench coat, that had been hanging over the back of the chair, and let it settle onto her shoulders before she began to fasten her array of weapons to her person, hiding each and every one of them apart from her six shot silver revolver, Nemesis, from view, finishing after she fastened a pair of metal bracers onto her wrists. Even though she had come to Naboo with the intention to allow herself to relax and unwind within the caring embrace of the fauna that covered Naboo. She had specifically chosen a location near to one of the many lakes on the planet, one which was surrounded by a forest right up until the trees bled into sand.

Exiting the Hidden Blood with steady strides, Dyxra'a wrapped her right hand around a small leather case as she did so, entrusting the security of the ship to the many droids, both focused on security and maintenance, that populated her ship.


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OOC Note:
I've made a few changes and correction to the post. However, I wasn't anything truly major that changes the direction for the post, nothing like that.
 

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