Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy

If there was ever something you wanted, you took it. It was just as simple as that. It was how the Galaxy seemed to work these days. Between the stupid amount of major powers carving out entire sections of the Galaxy, to the minor powers fighting over the scraps left in their wake. It was all just a cycle of taking and scavenging. And baby, Blonde was the best scavenger in the game.
The name of her game was simple and easy. Find the forgotten treasures of the past, kill their owners, and sell them to the giants up high who needed them. Once they overstretched themselves and eventually collapsed, she'd pick their corpses clean and let it begin a new. It was a very lucrative operation to say the least.
So what was getting scavenged today? Well that was a good question, and of course Blonde had kept her trademark talent of keeping information tight when it came to the who's and what's. All the people needed to know was that there was an item of value on the planet of O'reen and they had to go and get it.
Why was O'reen special? Well for a few reasons really. For starters it was the planet of a very large battle back in the day between long forgotten super powers, people and regimes that no longer existed. But there were plenty of treasures that were waiting to be taken.
"Alright, folks. Here's the plan. Down there, there's a plateau with a fortified research facility on top of it. Our job is to go down there and to beat the ever loving crap out of them. The rules are simple, if they have a gun or weapon of some kind they are free game. However, any who are unarmed and trying to hide or surrender then they are off limits. I don't need another mass killing on my hands." From inside a rumbling drop ship, Miss Blonde spoke to the various people she hired via comm link.
Down below the mountainous planet of O'reen was waiting, and with that her prize. But it wouldn't be easy to get to, the mountain fortress that stood in their way needed to be cleared. Now criminals were never ones for head on assaults, but she would need to make an exception this time around. What she was after was just that worth it.
"Sixty seconds! Land inside the fortress and give them hell! We can't afford to siege from outside the walls! So handle it!" As much fun as the idea of being killed by flak guns were, they had the drop on them so they'd have a small window to get themselves and their battle droids in without being torn to shreds.
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="John Trenway"] [member="Benjamin Atlas"] [member="Jynx"]