ZabrakBustati
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Bustati, dressed in plain black garb, with one pants leg rolled up revealing her mech-leg, walked along the broadening path that eventually led to the Docking bay. The only lingering presence of her step was the tracks left undecidedly by her mech-leg that had an ever slight creek at the hinge of the knee. She looked to the scrap of paper that allegedly had writing on it and sneered, "Better off reading, Huttese." Ever seen an engorged slug write? It was hardly if ever legible. She looked around the bay as she arrived and thought about that lesson on the Force, emotion...passion...How about utter frustration?! Just then the image of a red haired blue eyed human flickered through her mind. Amber orbs shifted about within their sockets looking for this individual through slightly gritted teeth. As she glanced about her hand rubbed the back of her head, scratching along her dark threads, brushing ever slightly over the tip of two of her horns, jutting out from her skull. She hoped that this individual wasn't late, and proceeded to move forward as she searched.