Koga
Red Demon
The harsh sun beat down on the Tantooine soil. In the distance, Jawas and slave traders made their way between units in the market square. Darth Talon stood above the city, watching the passing R2’s and CP’s. Her yellow eyes burning intensely as she heard one of the Jawas arguing over credits to be paid.
Brushing her face with her red hued hand, Koga watched the commotion below. She was here for one thing and one thing only, she wanted the the R2 unit who held the hologram message for the rebel base. If she got her hands on that unit, she could decipher where the base was and claim it as her own.
Standing up, she swept her long black robes to the side and made her way from the ledge she was perched upon. Dust kicked and flew up with each step. She needed to talk to the Jawa down below. If they wouldn’t be persuaded by the Force, she would have to use more… persistent measures to get answers to the units location.
Brushing her face with her red hued hand, Koga watched the commotion below. She was here for one thing and one thing only, she wanted the the R2 unit who held the hologram message for the rebel base. If she got her hands on that unit, she could decipher where the base was and claim it as her own.
Standing up, she swept her long black robes to the side and made her way from the ledge she was perched upon. Dust kicked and flew up with each step. She needed to talk to the Jawa down below. If they wouldn’t be persuaded by the Force, she would have to use more… persistent measures to get answers to the units location.