Heart Breaker and Life Taker
Current Outfit
Location: Bespin, Cloud City specifically: McYoda's
Hilal hoped to save up some day to get a decent starship.
It didn't need to be fancy Hilal was capable of transforming a piece of junk into Star Destroyer using nothing more than a stick and a rock. She was just tired of constantly having to pay to constantly hop on Freighters. The flights miserable full of crying babies, the place smelling like a Wookie's ass and the food looked like a Fyrnock's vomit. This whole trip to Bespin better be worth. A few weeks ago, Hilal received a message from a Mandalorian client. She was interested in modifications to her Blaster Pistols but couldn't make it to Kestri. Given that Hilal was frustrated with her armor lately due to the numerous bugs that infested the HUD system, she figured that she'd leave before she started blasting her own room out of rage.
The young woman messaged the client to meet her at the market district of Cloud City specifically: McYoda's. Hilal didn't dare eat that goop back at the freighter, so as soon as she was out, Hilal made sure to rush to the nearest fast-food restaurant. Sipping on some Jawa Juice, Hilal looked out of the window for a brief moment before taking a bit out of her Bantha Burger. "How much longer DVA?" Hilal asked her modified BD-1 Support Droid. "You have a visual yet?"
DVA took a look at the window, his eyes scanning the body signatures while Hilal dipped one of her Gundark Ear-Fries onto some Ketchup and took a bit. The Droid turned to Hilal shaking his head. "Well keep looking," Hilal said staring at her black bag full of possible weapons modifications that the client can look over. Before she left, Hilal tested them all see if they were working. Well of course it did work, she made most of them, but many clients tended to be a bit finnicky if you haven't properly tested an item which made sense considering that Bounty Hunting requires efficient and reliable tools. That was pretty much Hilal's slogan in her shop: Efficient, reliable, cheap something that she pride herself in giving to her fellow Mandalorians. She may not be on the Bounty Hunting circuit yet, but she did want to be useless to her people. In the Mandalorian culture, hard work can transpire into many things from metal working and modifications. While Hilal loves doing those things, she wanted to do more with her life.
Reaching for her bag and taking out her headsets, Hilal placed them over her head, she adjusted DVA's scanning range to the point he can cover an entire area like a floor on a mall. If the client isn't here, than it may take a while. Might as well listen to some music to deal with the boredom. Hilal took out her Holoprojector going through catalogue of music, she loved listening to music especially while she worked with her interests ranging from Pop to metal. Finding a song, Hilal smiled and continued to eat her meal, the music blasting her ears with loving beats and lyrics.
R Ryala Serona
Location: Bespin, Cloud City specifically: McYoda's

Hilal hoped to save up some day to get a decent starship.
It didn't need to be fancy Hilal was capable of transforming a piece of junk into Star Destroyer using nothing more than a stick and a rock. She was just tired of constantly having to pay to constantly hop on Freighters. The flights miserable full of crying babies, the place smelling like a Wookie's ass and the food looked like a Fyrnock's vomit. This whole trip to Bespin better be worth. A few weeks ago, Hilal received a message from a Mandalorian client. She was interested in modifications to her Blaster Pistols but couldn't make it to Kestri. Given that Hilal was frustrated with her armor lately due to the numerous bugs that infested the HUD system, she figured that she'd leave before she started blasting her own room out of rage.
The young woman messaged the client to meet her at the market district of Cloud City specifically: McYoda's. Hilal didn't dare eat that goop back at the freighter, so as soon as she was out, Hilal made sure to rush to the nearest fast-food restaurant. Sipping on some Jawa Juice, Hilal looked out of the window for a brief moment before taking a bit out of her Bantha Burger. "How much longer DVA?" Hilal asked her modified BD-1 Support Droid. "You have a visual yet?"
DVA took a look at the window, his eyes scanning the body signatures while Hilal dipped one of her Gundark Ear-Fries onto some Ketchup and took a bit. The Droid turned to Hilal shaking his head. "Well keep looking," Hilal said staring at her black bag full of possible weapons modifications that the client can look over. Before she left, Hilal tested them all see if they were working. Well of course it did work, she made most of them, but many clients tended to be a bit finnicky if you haven't properly tested an item which made sense considering that Bounty Hunting requires efficient and reliable tools. That was pretty much Hilal's slogan in her shop: Efficient, reliable, cheap something that she pride herself in giving to her fellow Mandalorians. She may not be on the Bounty Hunting circuit yet, but she did want to be useless to her people. In the Mandalorian culture, hard work can transpire into many things from metal working and modifications. While Hilal loves doing those things, she wanted to do more with her life.
Reaching for her bag and taking out her headsets, Hilal placed them over her head, she adjusted DVA's scanning range to the point he can cover an entire area like a floor on a mall. If the client isn't here, than it may take a while. Might as well listen to some music to deal with the boredom. Hilal took out her Holoprojector going through catalogue of music, she loved listening to music especially while she worked with her interests ranging from Pop to metal. Finding a song, Hilal smiled and continued to eat her meal, the music blasting her ears with loving beats and lyrics.
R Ryala Serona