G O D S L A Y E R
"Oi, karkin metalhead! You deaf? I said what is your business?" A guard asked abruptly. Before him a rather large Mandalorian alien woman standing as if she were lost as the bustle of Bespins high society swarmed around her like little insects.
She had to remind herself why she was even here. Getting distracted and going off the rails was like a career path for the Xeno and at the moment she could barely contain her swelling bloodtlust as X9 hovered over her shoulder. Cold, crystal-like teeth rattled and chittered against each other as the mysterious creature stared at the security guarding what seemed to be a sit-in of sorts for a private gambling game. Dima's neutral expression suddenly shifted from confused to visibly irritated behind her visor.
"Metalhead?" She echoed, the man quirking a brow at her and squinting suspiciously. "Well you are a uhhh, a stupidhead!" She barked back, causing the guard to barely hole back stifled laughter at the rather weak comeback.
"Alright alright Mando relax before ya hurt yourself. You got a invitation to the game or not? If not beat it, its private game~"
Dima grimaced, making a face as she stood a bit on her tip toes to peer past the guards head and look into the room from the small little window. She could not quite make out what was happening inside or who all was involved with the game but she knew for certain that a little rat who knew the location of her mark was scurrying around in there.
"Hmmpf! Fine then, be that way Dima did not wanna play in your game anyway!" She chirped, sauntering off as if she was unbothered by how she was dismissed.
She was half tempted to carve her way into the private game but the logical part of her brain functioned properly for once. With so many 'fancy' people around such actions would certainly get Dima in trouble.
Well...that more trouble than usual.
She stared at the man guarding the VIP room and nodded briefly, leaving him be and wandering off to a nearby bar where she could continue to observe the room. After all, she was among 'civilized' people now. No sense in causing a scene before she had what she wanted! And the rat had to come out eventually, and when he did. Dima would be there to ring his neck until he told her what she wanted to know.
The stakeout...probably the worst part of any hunt. But hey, nothing a little alcohol couldn't help with! And she certainly needed to pass the time. Plopping down at the bar and watching the individuals who came and went, waiting patiently while tapping her sharp claws along the bar table.
"What can i ge-"
"KARK OFF MOUSE DIMA IS WORKING!" Dima spat at the bartender who had come to ask what she wanted to order, Dima waving him off like some kind of dog. "Shoo, shoo!" She flicked her four hands at him while her head remained locked on the card game taking place behind closed doors.
"Wow, i'm actually impressed. You didn't stab the guard for calling you a name AND you haven't caused a scene. Who are you and what have you done with my feral Dima?" X9 quipped teasingly from over her shoulder as Dima rolled her eyes and mushed him away.
"Oh stop you! Dima is a mature lady now, this one knows how to behave around the fancy people~" She mused confidently with a head swaggle before then just reaching out across the bar and GRABBING a random bottle of alcohol. Using her upper arms to unlatch the seals of her helm and peel it away, revealing her strange alien face and placing her helm on the bar while tipping her head back and proceeding to devour the contents of the bottle.
And of course, a pinky claw stuck out nice and neat, like a proper lady.
"...think i spoke to soon~" X9 said dryly as he watched Dima proceed to drink on the job.
The bartender did not bother to say anything, just sighing deeply and going to serve other patrons.
Truly a shining example of civility and nobility she was~