Zayani Brin
Sabercat
The sun was high on Tattooine. The streets were busy, as usual. A figure shrouded in a black cloak weaved her way through the throng of people. She went to the cantina that her employer said she'd be waiting in. Stepping into the hazy, dim-lit space, Lexa sat down silently in a booth at the far end. She didn't order anything, but instead waited for the woman with her credits. The job she'd taken was simple: eliminate the hostiles that seized control of the moisture farm. It had been a good price, too. 3,000 credits for each head. As Lexa waited, some commotion kicked up at the bar. Apparently three men were fighting over the affections of one of the waitresses. They were throwing punches left and right. eventually, one of them was thrown into Lexa's table. She was annoyed now. She picked the man up by the collar of his shirt. standing, she threw him into the other two, the three off them falling to the ground. She stood over them like a grim reaper, her face completely hidden. "She doesn't care for any of you drunkards. I suggest you let the matter go before you force me to do something none of you will appreciate." As she said this, her eyes glowed menacingly. The men thankfully obeyed and left the scene. Lexa returned to her booth and continued waiting.
[member="Nickolas Imura"]
[member="Nickolas Imura"]