Thankless Job (Nine and ABagOfVicodin)

[Nine]

Either they were running late, or she was earlier than she expected to be. No matter, she wasn't in a hurry either way. Anibi shifted in her armor as she leaned against the lightpost. Nobody seemed to be noticing her, just another armored Ubese loitering. She was on her guard still, she always was. Most Ubese were naturally xenophobic, and gaining their trust wasn't easy. Anibi was no different from them. If she hadn't done jobs for the Sith before she wouldn't have agreed to meet with them. She just hoped they would get here soon, because for not being a hurry, she still hated to be kept waiting. She also could really use the payment for this job. It seemed like they were getting harder to come by these days, clients would opt for an older more 'experienced' mercenary. That was bullshit, she had plenty of experience. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Better get here soon..."