Tall Mute Goblin Lady
Rayne decided that of the Core Worlds, Corellia certainly was one of her least favorite. She did, of course, hate most Core Worlds, but that was besides the point. It sat on the edge of Galactic Alliance territory, leaving it open to all sorts of corruption. The galactic underworld ran rampant in the junkyards and abandoned factories that littered the forge world. It was prime real-estate for the cartel, and the Hutts had their beady yellow gaze locked on the planet for thousands of years. It was, of course, no surprise to Rayne that the Besadii clan had moved in to take a hold of Corellia's black market. They seemed to want in on the drug trade, but Rayne knew better. It would start with glitterstim and move it slavery.
It was a good excuse to let out some pent up frustration. Maybe even find a thread of information that lead back to her father. Biological father, anyways. As far as their relationship went he was a dead man walking. Eventually, anyways. She still had to find the bastard. For now Rayne would have to settle with busting skulls. The Besadii's thugs were held out in an abandoned factory, part of an old shipyard that had once been used to make Star Destroyers for the old Empire. It had been left to rust for some time now, the perfect hideout for criminals looking to keep their operation covert, but apparent enough to any competition. The operation was small, with seemingly no more than thirty men on sight at any given time. Rayne observed this, of course, from a distant perch, scouting out the location for a few days before finally going; "Feth it, who cares." She decided to throw caution to the wind and descend on the factory, slipping in through the vents.
There was no waiting in the vents for very long. The first storage room she found with guards of any kind, she kicked out the grate that separated her from the room below, knocking out the first of three. Rayne leapt down. drawing her pistol and shooting the downed guard before quickly shooting the two in the corner. Before she could turn to the third, however, a punch connected with her shoulder, causing her to lose hold of her gun. A Duros now stood in front of her, not particularly muscular, but he was supporting a pair of brass knuckles. That was gonna bruise later. The yellow-skinned twi'lek reacted quickly, ripping a loose pipe from the wall and promptly caving in the man's large, very blue head, sending green blood across the room as he collapsed.
"Mother fether!" Rayne hissed in frustration at the blow to her shoulder, but she quickly froze up. Like a womp rat in headlights.
Rayne was now staring down what looked like a teenage girl, and a very proper looking one at that. The drastic change from criminal to some random kid certainly threw her for a loop.
"Oh. Uh... hello?"
