The Twin Selena
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Smog, gas, and junk. That's what you expect to find when you come to Ord Mantell. The mountainous planet orbited by three moons in the Mid-rim was a place meant for not many things. Trading. Selling. Crime. That was about it. There were a lot of threes when it came to a planet like this. And today, three rather different parties would all come into a deadly clash.
The first party was a woman and her contact. She'd never met the man, least not this version of herself. The woman coming to make the deal today was a shapeshifter. The man was a Sith. Selena -the real Selena- met him when she was an Exile. Now there was an empire and with that came certain business opportunities. Why bother throwing yourself in front of guns when one could take down an entire corporation just by signing a few papers? That was Selena's goal now. Get rich quick. Today's contact would help with that. This man would not know of the shapeshifter's abilities nor that she normally liked to impersonate Selena. But meeting up with old contact's was dangerous. She could not pretend to be the Exile he once knew for he's see through the ruse with ease. Today, she would have to be someone else.
The face coming to meet him was one that would turn heads. She was a gorgeous thing with her bright pink hair and perfect slender figure. She wore a white skirt under a light pink corset making her look like she'd been trying to sport a birthday cake look. That was simply the best way to describe her. Over her head, pinned into her hair, was a teacup-hat -also white- with some lace and ribbon tied around it. She wore tall long boots -to no surprise, also white- that buckled up the sides and came up past her knees. Why a woman in any financial status would wear all white and pink on a planet such as this was beyond reason. It would take not even an hour for something in the air to stain her clothes or mud to get splashed on them. It was an outfit that was doomed for sure.
She had no weapons to be seen, for all she carried was a pink parasol she used to block out the sun. But she was not unguarded for a tall, dark, and pink-skinned Twi'lek woman walked beside her. She was decked out in all sorts of weapons that showed she was not afraid to lay down some lives if needed. It would also make any fool of a man think twice before approaching her and asking to buy her a drink. Her eyes were carefully scanning the streets they walked towards to make sure there were no threats out to get her employer.
As the two moved to their location, the woman was singing a song quietly to herself. They were not heading anywhere too crowded, for despite her appearance, they did not want any attention brought to themselves. This meeting would not take place in a bar, or some sleezy inn. It would happen out of sight and out of anyone's way for making sure they were not followed or accidentally stumbled upon. The woman and her escort were moving towards a broken down hanger that once supplied a railroad. But the tracks had broken on this particular line as a mountain collapsed some hundred miles away from the city and no one ever bothered to come back and reuse the track that was there.
"We scratch on the plains,
Up town they fluff the feathers,
Coachmen walk with canes,
And every collar is creased.
A Gentleman prefers to break from airs and fetters,
To roll off his sleeves, And liberate the Beast.
We gnaw on the bone,
Up town they sprinkle sweetener
Nectar for the cups,
And napkins for the chins,
A Gentleman prefers to dig in with his fingers,
Suck in through his teeth, And bare a hungry grin, "
Up town they fluff the feathers,
Coachmen walk with canes,
And every collar is creased.
A Gentleman prefers to break from airs and fetters,
To roll off his sleeves, And liberate the Beast.
We gnaw on the bone,
Up town they sprinkle sweetener
Nectar for the cups,
And napkins for the chins,
A Gentleman prefers to dig in with his fingers,
Suck in through his teeth, And bare a hungry grin, "
A few passing eyes looked at the woman as her song got louder and started to take more of a darker tone to it. But she continued on walking as nothing happened. When she got to the chorus of the song a few listening ears would begin moving away from her as it was clear she was not singing some campfire lullaby.
"Let us piss from the vine,
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood,
Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, Sinners all,
It's always prettiest after the Fall."
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood,
Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, Sinners all,
It's always prettiest after the Fall."
The Twi'lek woman laughed as she saw some of the pedestrians fleeing from this obviously lunatic woman she was escorting. They were now in the less crowded areas and heading into the more warehouse-type district buildings. The pink haired girl continued to sing her song and moved onto more verses. Her hands ran gently across the metal walls of the facility she passed by as if she was admiring the rust-covered frame. By the time she got around to the front she'd be at the chorus once again where her voice got louder and full of some sort of resentment toward someone.
"We board up the shed,
Up town they gild Cathedrals,
Choir boys for Hymns,
And candles for the Mass,
A Gentleman prefers to differ with his Steeple,
Salt his scripture well,
And show a little class.
Let us piss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood,
Let us walk on stained glass,
Up town they gild Cathedrals,
Choir boys for Hymns,
And candles for the Mass,
A Gentleman prefers to differ with his Steeple,
Salt his scripture well,
And show a little class.
Let us piss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood,
Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, Sinners ALL!!!"
The woman took a breath and looked at the man she was supposed to meet and continued walking further into the opening as she repeated the chorus once more, only softer now and gentle again. Her escort waited by the doorway but kept her hands near her guns to draw them at a moments notice. She trusted her mistress' order to stay behind and knew that she was in no danger here, but being the prankster that this woman was, who knew how this other person would react? Especially seeing some stranger walk up to him singing about killing and blood and all that.
"Let us piss from the vine
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood,
Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, Sinners all,
It's always prettiest after the Fall."
Let us claw in the mud,
Let us swing with both fists
As we writhe in the blood,
Let us walk on stained glass,
Sinners one, Sinners all,
It's always prettiest after the Fall."
The woman stopped as she came up to the man and as her last words rang out in song she walked her hands up his torso in a seductive manner and gave him a rather longing look in her eyes as if she was begging to be kissed by him. She'd then giggle and move away as her laugh turned into something manic and insane. The Twi'lek watched very carefully for what this man would do next....