:: Stray Bullet Woman ::
:: Abregado-rae:: Abregado-rae Spaceport
GOLD ORBS BORE INTO THE SETTING SUN on the distant horizon. Behind her, the sounds of droids and machinery moving cargo into the Bulk Cruisers bound for the Bacta Run did little to distract her. Much had been done the past three months to ensure a steady supply of the healing agent went to her contracters and personel alike. Having Thyferra under Omega Pyre control gave the Private Military Contracter a measure of clout few were willing to challenge.
Not to mention brought in a steady stream of credits from the surrounding systems. It was a matter of common sense. Supply and demand. In the wake of the virus, there was a mighty high supply of demand for the product that could heal. And while bacta didn't cure the virus itself, the neccessity was still there for all other manner of injuries.
Now it was simply a matter of finding personel to ensure that it gets exactly where it needed to get to.
With a lofted brow, the woman took the small datapad from her pocket. It was of a slender design; small, black, and good for what she needed it for. This being a manifest of her cargo as well as a list of contacts -- plus the potential client. There were a few in the past few weeks that inqiured on making a contract.
She was here to negotiate such terms.
A small gust of wind came blowing across the spaceport then, lifting the scarlet tendrils of her hair up, sending them dancing away from her face. It was the tell tale marker for Omega Pyre's Prex. It was a deep rich red under the setting coral sun. A colour more red than auburn, a colour that had black highlights instead of the usual brown. It was as if someone had taken dark red Corseca gems and spun them out into her hair.
It’s the red hair for someone who looks great in black, true reds, royal blues; and true to the claim, Cira did that decked out in full black spider silk armour that hugged and clung to every dip, valley, and hill that was her body. The sort that would make any red-blooded male look twice; good long lingering looks at that.
Yet few ever tipped the scale when it came to Cira. No, they knew better. At least, if one didn't want to end up face first shoved up against the wall in an arm lock quicker than you can say 'Han shot Greedo first!"
But we'll just let folk figure that out for themselves...