Arris Windrun
Gutter Goddess
Decrepit, groaning steel, bustling masses, and black market sins that not even acid rain could wash away; that's Balosar, a polluted industrial world at the edge of Covenant space. The chaos in the core has been quiet as of late. Not that the people here would ever know or care, for Balosar has weathered more than its graveyards of rusted starship hulks could ever show.
In the heart of its salvage yards, one could find a row of scrap shops, outlawtechs, and aftermarket dealers. Above one such shop hung a sign from a pair of chairs. The name in Aurebesh was too worn to make out, but its purpose was clear. This was a good place to look for what couldn't be found elsewhere. Which is exactly why Arris Windrun arrived incognito in search of a modded hyperdrive to fit inside the ship she had labored on for so long now.
The munn dealer, however, appeared busy with someone else, and the cyborg suspected (from what she overheard) that he was trying to cheat the young woman out of some hard-earned credits. Amused, Arris wandered the outskirts of the room before finding a place to lean her back against the wall. Arms crossed, she watched the conversation unfold.