@blce-stripe LIKED for a starter!
It’s hard to quiet the jingle of the jewelry under the simple cloak she wore, it’s what keeps her from freezing on this clear night. Undercover was one of the harder jobs a Jedi could get assigned to, no Force connections, no meditation, and often it required putting the Code on hold for prolonged periods of time.
Nar Shadaa didn’t make it any easier. The only place for a Togruta on this crime-forsaken world was as some Hutt’s personal slave, or as a... dancer.
It was better than becoming someone’s plaything. At least on the stage she could control who laid hands on her. She was nearly there, her target was a separatist senator who had a bit more credits than he liked to let on. He was snatching up young twi’leks and using them for whatever his black heart desired. It wasn’t a mission essential to the war, but it was a battle she needed to fight.
Which is why her heart all but stops as she makes eye contact with a Trooper, and freezes midstep. The makeup on her face isn’t enough to disguise her markings completely, just enough to keep any face recognization software from outing her.
“If you tell a soul I will personally ensure you’re stuck on maintenance duty for the next forty-two thousand rotations.”
