Ciel Rivage
Character

The hideout she was in seemed to be in a rather poor condition, but reminding it of what she would be able to find on her home planet of Nar Shaddaa, it almost seemed a little homely. She had had plenty of time to study it and had already spotted a few large ventilation shafts, three doors and some kind of man sized pipe channeling water running from her room to the next. What they had planned for her was a mystery but she knew that the people she dealt with were deadly and well organised. Whatever they wished to do, everything pointed towards it being bad. At least she was left alone for now, with only a single guard watching her. Outside one of the doors, the bustling sound of a busy warehouse could be heard. While they could just have been stupid enough to pick such a location, it seemed more likely that they held a great amount of influence in it or controlled it outright.
Nervously, the human guard watched as she strained to get out of the rope and how she apparently seemed to be making some progress. Shakily, he brought up his com "Guys, bring in some more rope or a sedative or something. We don't want her getting loose, right?" he asked, hoping that he wouldn't be left alone with her for much longer. Staring at him angrily, the young scoundrel let out a low growl, making it clear how displeased she was. Not too fond of her behaviour, the guard stood up and brought along the chock baton as he walked towards her. Leaning on close, he let out an angry and stern "Quiet" The instruction was brief and effective as she finally stopped what she was doing and shied away a bit from him, knowing all too well how much pain his weapon could cause.
