The Dead Woman
Working for the Pykes was definitely not her best gig, but the price tag they slapped on a shipment of spice was too good to pass up, especially in recent days with jobs drying up. The Hutts didn't get back to her, and the gang on Coruscant were dangerous to cross. So there she was, face painted up and rifle slung across her back as she sat in a truck with a few other Pyke mercenaries. The job was supposedly simple. Deliver the shipment to a big gang on Denon, get the money and get out. The only variable was the gang's temperament and the risk of the "Darkwire" thugs cracking down on them. The top dogs told them that the area had barely any police presence, which helped to calm her nerves a little.
Not that the rest of the group would even see. She had gotten good at hiding behind the mask. Once the pain was on, Jessie ceased to exist and all that was left, was the cold and ruthless attitude of Ceres.
"Comin' up on the spot. Let's keep the safeties off for this one. I don't trust these Denon rats." She spoke up as she checked the power cell of her rifle and flicked off the safety. The rest of the group acknowledged and did the same, readying themselves for any kind of surprise that could crack through. They turned into the sketchy street with the speeder truck and drove through a pair of open industrial doors, coming to a halt in the abandoned factory. The district was nicknamed the "suicide slums" from what she could gather. The unnerving thing about it all was how close to home the entire district smelled.
Waiting on the far side was a bunch of bikers, their looks angering her as they eyed her up. "Definitely safeties off." She muttered as she walked with her group to stand in front of the truck.
Cartri Keswoll