Andrai Willows
Character
Andrai had been craving a bit of action and danger. The small time hit or misses here and there weren't really cutting it anymore and finally she'd gotten a job. A target. A fleet battle. A little capturing. What wasn't there to make the adrenaline pump and a full smile play along her painted crimson lips?
Even as the woman dropped through the hatch of the ship and into the hall, wearing a set of full clone armor to hide her identity and, of course, be able to maneuver through the outside world before entering without too much issue. The armor was bulky, however and would probably cause an issue or two.
Even so a job had to be done or she didn't get paid and this Admiral was exactly who she needed to get in order to fix up her crew's roughly patched up ship and get the resources they needed to survive. Andy saw this job as her big break and a chance to relax afterwards for once. A break sounded good. All these little small time jobs and pillaging little villages to just scrap by. This, though... This was calling her name.
There were two places this guy could be and she had to choose one or the other. If she chose the wrong one it'd mean more time wasted and a possible abort to the mission at hand... Perhaps his quarters? His fleet was surely winning and the fight was beginning to settle down. Her employers fleet wasn't meant as a victory but a diversion so she had the means to slip in amongst the chaos.
Over the armor she wore a long robe that could easily be mistaken for that of a Jedi to try and make the bulkiness beneath be less obvious that one of these things was not like the other. She'd move towards the door of the admirals quarters, her right hand sliding down within the cloak to rest on the handle of the blaster. She wasn't good with a gun, knives were her choice in all honesty but this was the only way to make a quick kill should the need arise.
Even as the woman dropped through the hatch of the ship and into the hall, wearing a set of full clone armor to hide her identity and, of course, be able to maneuver through the outside world before entering without too much issue. The armor was bulky, however and would probably cause an issue or two.
Even so a job had to be done or she didn't get paid and this Admiral was exactly who she needed to get in order to fix up her crew's roughly patched up ship and get the resources they needed to survive. Andy saw this job as her big break and a chance to relax afterwards for once. A break sounded good. All these little small time jobs and pillaging little villages to just scrap by. This, though... This was calling her name.
There were two places this guy could be and she had to choose one or the other. If she chose the wrong one it'd mean more time wasted and a possible abort to the mission at hand... Perhaps his quarters? His fleet was surely winning and the fight was beginning to settle down. Her employers fleet wasn't meant as a victory but a diversion so she had the means to slip in amongst the chaos.
Over the armor she wore a long robe that could easily be mistaken for that of a Jedi to try and make the bulkiness beneath be less obvious that one of these things was not like the other. She'd move towards the door of the admirals quarters, her right hand sliding down within the cloak to rest on the handle of the blaster. She wasn't good with a gun, knives were her choice in all honesty but this was the only way to make a quick kill should the need arise.