Bahati scoffed at the armored man; doing little to contain the snicker that escaped her full lips. Though his verbal dissidence echoed her own internal dialog, she had considered those from Mandolore (if she had assumed his accent correctly) to be more amenable to challenges. The man was most...
Bahati glanced back and forth between the armored Mandalorian and Evelyn, as they discussed the separation of the group. There was something about the armored individual’s infatuation with Eve going with him that made the brash pilot uneasy. Perhaps the man was a bounty hunter or mercenary, and...
Gently scooping up the frosted glass, filled with a luminescent green liquid, the buxom beauty held the drink to her nose. The drink’s aroma had strange amalgamation of spices and fruits; something that she had never had the pleasure of trying before. She quickly glanced about the room...
If looks could kill, the exacting glare that Bahati flashed in the Mandalorian’s direction would have destroyed the galaxy several times over. For the first time, the flirtatious smile and seductive eyes vanished, revealing the cold and calculating visage that lay hidden beneath. It only lasted...
Bahati’s eyes widened, as the… Mandalorian, possibly?... openly admitted to murder. Even in the shadiest dives, people tended to be more ambiguous about their trade. She couldn’t tell if it was cockiness, confidence, or just trust in the individuals that surrounded him. The mocha skinned...
Bahati whipped around at the sound of the loud bang that echoed through the ‘cantina’. Her hand moved toward her gun instinctively, but never grasped or drew the weapon. Several other patrons reacted to the noise; some of whom got into a shoving match, because of the interruption of a...
She had always hated that people tended to refer to this dump as a ‘cantina’. She had seen it as nothing more than a seedy food court. The bronze skinned beauty sauntered confidently into the large area; her eyes scanning the various tables. She wore her usual jumpsuit, an outfit that seemed to...
"I believe we are finished with this conversation, gorgeous. I might advise all of you to get to shelter. Unless you are stupid enough to try and fight then by all means try and catch some blaster fire before dying." the dark figure remarked loftily in her direction
Bahati wasn’t the type of...
Bahati's eyes rolled in her head, as the armored individual and the Sith exchanged copious amounts of bravado. The two men were so engrossed in there testosterone fueled conversation that they hadn't notice her, nor the cute little waif of a woman; who was now pointing a shiny DH-17 blaster in...
The soft souls of her Bantha-leather boots pounded against the hard Permacrete, as the mocha-skinned smuggler bobbed and weaved through the war torn streets of Coruscant. Bahati would do almost anything for credits; and when a local gang offered to pay her a hefty amount of credits to deliver...
I'm still looking around to regain my barrings, but I am planning on bringing the mischief-maker back into the Galaxy. :cool:
What are the Popular Indie Factions these days, and how much are you willing to pay Bahati for her talents? :p:D