Vaermina
Imbalance
In a strange sense of continuity, and something Amata was completely unaware of, it would seem that the Santii clan had returned to Belgaroth. The scrapheap of a planet was firmly in the control of the One Sith Empire. Little she did she know it was her father who had led the Sith fleet here, and conquered it. Retracing the steps of her father, however, was not what had brought her to Belgaroth. As always, it was ambition that drove her. Wealth, glory, and the means to elevate herself over all others.
To think she would find any of that on Belgaroth seemed foolish. Though the planet was situated well within the Core Worlds, most of the planet consisted of rocky, rugged and inhospitable mountains. The bodies of water that passed for oceans were a pair of large seas of a murky mustard-brown colour, a result of the heavy mineral sediment. The world had one city, Belgar, and several large scrapyards. The planet was also the home to the dreaded droidbreaker, formerly know as the swamphulk.
In order to gain the means to facilitate her ascendancy to power, the young adult had taken on a number of mercenary jobs. As it would turn out, she was quite good at them. Today she was hunting. There was a man who had managed to gather some following, and used his charisma and hired goons to harass and bully the part of the population who were unfortunate enough to reside in his district. He was decidedly criminal, but the government had chosen to overlook his actions. He did not harm commerce for the Sith or the shipbuilding industry. More importantly, he knew to bribe the right people to look the other way.
Despite making himself a petty king among thieves, the man named Towan Klakk had made one mistake that would prove fatal. He had overestimated his influence, thinking himself untouchable. If the One Sith would not step in, then who would? He had forgotten one important thing: never piss of the rich and entitled. They had the resources to see you dead, even if they were too weak to do the deed themselves. Those resources had currently been put into Amata, who now tracked down the man and his merry band of brigands. All she needed was a confirmed kill or capture of Towan, however.
She had good reason to believe she would find him out here, in one of the planet's many scrapyards. And so the young hunter stalked it like her hunting grounds. Despite being in Sith territory, Belgaroth appeared like a forgotten world, left to its own devices and exploited for its resources. As such, she was less concerned with seeming inconspicuous. Her outfit was an ensemble of leather and textile of a light brown fabric. Though it might offer her some measure of protection, against blasters it would be useless. Proudly, she wore the fur headdress that in some ways resembled the horned montrals and lekku of the Togruta. This was more about heritage than protection. Besides, it offered her the speed and flexibility she wanted.
Amata's olive skin was painted in red and white. A thick, red line went horizontally across her face and over her eyes. A thinner red line was drawn from her lower lips to the bottom of her chin. White, pearl-like circles were drawn in a dotted line, across the edges of her hairline on her forehead, as well as framing her cheeks in a curve. On her cheeks, there were two dotted lines running parallell to one another, on both sides. Her long, blonde hair was neatly braided together on the left side of her head, while the rest rested over her other shoulder and down her front.
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