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The two of them landed on the craft. Vossari got a good kick at one of the guards, and Inès cheekily waved goodbye as the gamorrean fell unceremoniously to his death. Not every splatter of red on Nar Shaddaa's streets came from spray paint. "Sucks to suck." After the other one was left behind...

"Thanks, Max," she grinned. "And yeah. Probably would've done it anyway, but snitches get stitches- " She laughed. "- or in this case, snitches get sprayed up, figuratively and literally." If he knew, he knew. If not, well, it wasn't that big of a deal. Some hungry kids swiped something and he...

Her indigo skin was bathed in violent, neon red light after Vossari pulled forth their lightsaber and ignited it before her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight, but not in fear. Not, not at all. At first, it was awe, but then it was replaced with something far more passionate. Sith. Right before...

Inès was surprised at how easy the climb was, all things considered. The wind, the skycar, and the rusty ladder; all of those factors surely should have led to some mishap or another. Perhaps she was getting too good at things like these. Maybe she should set her eyes toward bigger horizons? "I...

"Damn, who pissed off a slug today?" Inès glanced down at her brick of a phone with her differently-colored eyes, squinting at the scrolling text displayed on the screen. A bid had been put out for a job, and being low on funds, she was all too eager to take it. A few days later, Inès was...

"Oh shit." Inès didn't expect him to recover so quickly. The world seemed to slow down, seconds becoming minutes, as the kel'dor whipped out a blaster and aimed the barrel directly toward her head. Her heart went from a resting rate to beating nearly out of her chest in a moment as the...

Ah, wonderful, he didn't have a stick up his ass. Some of the wanna-be-crime lords, or whatever Bodan considered himself, were so convinced of their importance and inflated stature that they forgot that respect was earned. Not that Inès even really considered herself disrespectful there — she...

In preparation for the climb, Inès shrugged off her jacket, leaving the bulk of it aside in favor of the simple black tank top she wore underneath. Her tattoos, which had been hidden before, were finally visible. While Vossari was able to just leap up, grab the last rung on the ladder, and...

"You, punk, did you vandalize the side of my building?" The alien walked right up to Inès, close enough that she could see the face under the hood. It was a kel'dor, middle-aged and uglier than usual from sun damage, and he glared down at her from his beady little black eyes. Inès simply raised...

"Mm, money," she hummed in twileki. Yeah, she got that. A lot of her moves recently had been influenced by the need for dough. It was becoming kind of a cycle for her: do a couple of jobs then do jack-shit for as long as she could manage. "Fair n'ough," she responded back in basic. "Travel?"...

Initially, Inès wasn't surprised. She grinned, knowing that since she'd been tagging since she was a preteen, there was a decent chance they'd recognize it. But when they imitated an explosion and- Hold up, hold up, they knew what ur-kittât was? Who the hell had she stumbled into meeting today...

Inès'ziveri," she answered in turn, putting a short pause in between her first and clan name to indicate it wasn't all one name. A lot of the time, twi'lek names got standardized into a first name and last name — in her case, Inès Ziveri — in official documents and such, but twi'leki convention...

"Scarif?" Did she know where that was? "...no, no idea." There were thousands of planets in the galaxy. It'd be impossible to have heard of all of them; it was hard enough to remember all the important ones. "Ah, dope, dope." Inès was about to grab her drink from the droid when someone...

Inès approached the cart just in time to catch Max's last exchange. It appeared to be some sort of drinks vendor selling drinks out of his little droid. It was a cute little idea, she thought, though she was curious how long it would take for him to get swindled. "Or maybe he already has." While...

Nar Shaddaa, 12:00 local time, inner-city commerce district Inès didn't have anything to do today, so after throwing up some tags here and there for the hell of it, she had wandered her way down into the noon markets. There were a lot of people about, going about their day, window-shopping, or...

A six foot eight hunk of metal and flesh was hard to miss. Boden, upon spotting where the indigo twi'lek was seated, would be met with two intense, differently colored eyes. She watched him steadily for a few moments, then glanced away while she tucked her phone away. While Boden was in his...

The thrill of the chase; the thrill of being chased. It was a thrill in itself, but it wasn't the meal she wanted. Inès knew they'd get away. The gamorreans only had so much chase in them, and both she and the stranger she was fleeing with had an innate knowledge of the streets on their side...

Nar Shaddaa, 16:00 local time, the Hutt's Gut Inès was light on money. It'd been a beans and rice and ramen kind of week, and the week before that, and before that one too. She'd pop into the House from time to time to catch up with the other Children — and more importantly, stay for dinner —...

Inès would've kept running, but there were two things that stopped her. One, the gamorrean stopped running after her. The thundering footsteps stopped as the guard turned back, and Inès glanced backward to see the green-skinned alien's back. "Lame." Her eyes jumped past him to Vossari, who...

She didn't even have a chance to wince at the sound as she instinctively moved to snatch it up from the ground. But her reflexes weren't enough to save her from being noticed. She straightened herself back up, and as she did she could see the figure turning as well, their hand reaching for their...