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Dathomir
Ember City
The city, a cone shaped structure rising from the red dirt, was a bumbling spire of culture and galactic interaction. While dominantly Zabrak and Dathomirian, many different species had come to trade, interact, and explore the secluded planets city. Among the population of the city, was a Togrutan.
A genetic anomaly, with striped skin, four headtails, and heterochromic eyes, she stood out quite heavily, save for her modernized, armored clothing. Lacking visible weapons, however, she simply appeared as some sort of traveler. In the end, while she stuck out among Togrutans, among the crowds of aliens of thousands of culture? She was invisible.
Approaching one of many stands, a weapon stand of all, she spoke up as she glanced over the large beast of an owner. "I need a gun. Not a blaster, not a slugthrower. Syringe rifle, you have it?" She questioned in the Dathomirian language, glancing at the stock behind the red-fleshed behemoth.
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