Home..... a filthy dirty ball on the edge of the galaxy, but it was still home, and it played quite well to her rugged and tattered but still highly functional attire. After all the stuff happening with the Vargent Fleet the expert sniper needed a break, some place she would not be bothered, a place where her reputation was well known and those that had a brain would think twice about interrupting her.
She was currently sitting at the Mos Eisley cantina, it being the closest settlement to her current abode in the waste, it was the usual rift raft, though she was getting better treatment from the bar tender due to many previous jobs. Though trying to relax her sniper instincts still kicked in each time someone entered, the first was two jawa's, not uncommon but slightly odd, though the next patron peaked her interest.
They were a mercenary by the looks, most Trandoshians playing taking up said jobs due to their strength, and if the rumors were true he must have been going after the Krayt Dragon. Her approached the two Jawa's asking for their help, seems he was an off worlder, Formorta had contemplated going after the Drgon herself,it had been a while since testing her APAR against large target but had failed to get anyone to come with, this could be a good opportunity.
The assassin walked up to the trio, giving the Jawas a simple greeting, "M'um m’aloo Eyeta, Ikee Umka Waff’mla" she then turned to Mr lizard. "If I'm, not mistaken you are [member="Causstik Rahn"], your reputation proceeds you, and if you here I can suspect you going after the Krayt Dragon, am I right". She hoisted the oversized rifle over her shoulder, "If that's the case I want in, and I won't accept no as an answer".
[member="Ji Powak"]
