Blue Sector, Coronet City, Corellia. Some eight years ago.
The vague sound of airspeeders could be heard from above the dark alley located in the Blue Sector. The faint light emitting from Corellia's nearest moon was breaking through the clouds of this chilly night. It was that kind of place many got to visit before ending up in The Pit.
''Fa noa-a wa kanway see jakola easier che uba whao uba ritke wamma mee uiuba...'' The words were ominously persuading for the male humanoid balosar, considering his position with his back against the cold wall and arms locked by a zabrak on one side and a red nikto on the other side. Both menacing enforcers and members of the street gang the alien were in debt to.
''Where. Are. The credits.'' The young twi'lek marked every word as she approached the slythmonger, green-yellowish eyes piercing through his. The chilly night had called for a knee-long black leathery coat and a dark green military scarf that was wrapped around her neck. Her black knee-high boots seemed heavy by the sound they made, yet not affecting her ability to move with female grace when she walked up to the squeezed alien. Underneath the open coat one could see the purple handle of a blaster in a holster by her hip. A pair of black leggings and a dark grey top would accentuate her figure if it not was for the coat and the scarf. Dark attire was perfect for shady activities.