Nemene stood next to her ship in a small hangar bay on Taloraan city, a floating Tibanna gas mining facility that was by her estimation entirely composed of filth. She ran a cleanly manicured fingernail against one of the ramp struts of her ships, a thick coating of grime found its way beneath her nail and s light sneer creased her face, a develish look of anger entering her orange eyes for a split second before being wiped away by a stoic stare.
This world was filthy.
“Make sure its filled enough to get me out of this horrid sector of space.” Her voice was not cruel, but almost sanguine instead. She spoke to one of the attendants of the hangar whom simply stopped staring at her and nodded vigorously, eager to please the woman in some form. Nemene gave the man a slight disapproving look, but did not allow her eyes to linger.
Quickly the Sith Lady wandered out of the Hangar bay and into the city proper, the immediate sights and...smells of the city hitting her with a hard set pace. She wrinkled her nose slightly, but did not allow the appalling stench to slow her progress.
She had some time to waste here, and hopefully she could find something to entertain herself with.
This world was filthy.
“Make sure its filled enough to get me out of this horrid sector of space.” Her voice was not cruel, but almost sanguine instead. She spoke to one of the attendants of the hangar whom simply stopped staring at her and nodded vigorously, eager to please the woman in some form. Nemene gave the man a slight disapproving look, but did not allow her eyes to linger.
Quickly the Sith Lady wandered out of the Hangar bay and into the city proper, the immediate sights and...smells of the city hitting her with a hard set pace. She wrinkled her nose slightly, but did not allow the appalling stench to slow her progress.
She had some time to waste here, and hopefully she could find something to entertain herself with.