Theres more to a Merc than Shooting [Lady Nightshade]

[Phantasmagoria]

Since the fall of the Empire, Falleen had chosen to remain an unaligned and stagnant world that was damn near a shut in with regards to other worlds politically and socially. So of course, the native Falleen were becoming twisted by the allure of ill-gotten gains offered by various crime lords to undermine security and open up a streaming, active, source of black market trade, mostly in biological and otherwise weapons that the Falleen had specialized in since they were conquered by the Empire.

However the officials hadn’t turned a blind eye to this, however it did pose the idea that if it ran deep enough that official law enforcement might have been corrupt as well. The planetary government chose to employ mercenaries as a temporary solution to this problem. One such mercenary group, were the Bloodfilter Corps, a group of rugged ex-soldiers who claimed they were chosen as the last surviving member of their former squads in the Empire, which collapsed only several years ago.

This claim was the reason behind their strange name, carrying the motto “Separating clean blood from the filth.” And for the most part had something of a reputation to uphold. For weeks they’d been assigned to act under various assignments as enforcers, protecting crucial installatons and positions from any sign of would be shady characters through threat of killing on sight.

However, despite their current effectiveness, they were hardly Droids and the small group couldn’t continue to work such heavy hours. They needed a break, a time for leisure, and for that they could easily seek out their own way to do so.

However, there were many fine cantina on Falleen, it was best to make sure it was a fairly upstanding one, otherwise there would be trouble. Now, trouble didn’t only have to be in the sense of fighting or threat of death, no, and to the Female Twi’lek member of the Bloodfilter, Falleen outcasts may have gotten some unsettling ideas in mind.

 

[Lady Nightshade]

For the first time in almost a month, or longer, they had some time off. Being able to sleep in a couple hours did wonders as Saphira woke up feeling refreshed. The place where she and her group stayed was more a hole in the wall, but she had been in worse. Compared to some, this was a palace. Streaching, she got up and went the fresher' for a leasurly shower and then got dressed in her normal gear. Her outfit fit her perfectly. Compleatly black with silver trimmings. Her pants hugged against her, showing her form nicly. The shirt was made the same way with a silvery vest that drew over.

"Well, now for something to do."

Her Lek'ku twitched as she looked herself over in the mirror. Silver eyes and red skin with her black flamed tattos over her lek. All in all, she was beautifull, but very deadly. Her skills had warrented her a name with the mercs. Making sure her blaster and dagger was on her, she left the place and walked around the city. Buying very little as she made her way to the most popular cantina in the city.

 

[Phantasmagoria]

Inside were a number of the numerous indiginous population enjoying their free time with drink, gambling whilst listening to the holographic tune of the Bith band and the lovely curves of the widely recognized Twi’kek Dancers. However, Holograms only went so far, not being able to touch them and limited to the flickering blue and grey forms, obviously it teased the men but after some time it got dull.

As the fiery Twi’lek stepped in, some of the males no matter of what race, visiting or indiginous, jaws dropped at the sight of her, and the black tattoo’s in contrast with her skin made her all the more exotic and lovely to look at. She had a dangerous look to her though, she was a gem in the midst of envious onlookers, jellious men who’d like to reach out and touch but from the looks of her it looked like it wasn’t such a good idea.

Some though considered the idea of feasing their fingers, their tongues…their teeth, in lovely places, to hear the sweet groans, and it wouldn’t be too difficult, only a waft of Pheremone and one or a couple of ‘em would be with her, in a private room, knocking off the night with quite lovely company. It would be as easy as riding a bicycle.

If only she could peer into those dark, sexual thoughts the continued to pound away at moral barriers, those who valued their status in Falleen society – or their loved ones at home quickly turned away or left, lest those thoughts continue to eat away at the their brain in favor of being driven by the lengthy shaft that was tugged at by a invisible string. Thought perhaps she knew this, when she holstered a gun, perhaps she knew of this ability of the Falleen when she came, though yet wore no breath mask to hide the fact?

Some of the men might have thought she came looking for fun, came looking for ‘something’ they could provide. The Sexual tension wafted into the air, if their scaly bodies could sweat, their tunics would outline their fair built chests, and their strong facial features with sweat. Luckily for her, the Twi’lek, she was not alone as another fellow walked, clearly not of the same species as either the eye-candy of the Cantina or the sexually frustrated Falleen.

Wearing composite armor over his chest, a lengthy cape he’d scored from blasting down a would-be successful bounty hunter, he’d take a bold step forth into the room as he’d cringe abit at the thick, masculate aroma that wafted around the room “Gee, couldn’t wait to strut your stuff until we got off this planet, eh?” He’d tease Saphira as he’d order himself a bottle of ale, “Don’t you worry their Pheremone will be a problem?” He’d ask her, a bit worried though it seemed that within the minutes she arrived, there wasn’t a brawl loose yet.

 

[Lady Nightshade]

Saphira was very aware of the tension that played in the air like a dangerous toxin. There wern't many that would try to claim her. Many that did were face to f ace not only with her, but the end of a blaster barrell as a cheerfull warning. If she was in a good mood.

"You know this is what I wear regardless."

Her eyes flashed dangerously, sitting back against her chair. The music was enough to give her a slight distraction as she felt the eyes of a Falleen on her.

"I'll be fine. We've been here long enough and nothing has happened."

 

[Phantasmagoria]

Some weren’t so content, the gun sitting at her side as she likely taunted them deliberately, or perhaps only the some of them thought this. It was uncertain as the few who still dwelled on the female’s lovely curves, continued to stare at her, some wondering what the exotic woman would taste like – it seemed such a forbidden thing that they couldn’t help but lust for it.

Her comrade offered a smirk as the bartender would serve her bald fellow Mercenary as he’d take a sip of his fresh drink “Ah…that’s a fine drink.” He’d smirk, before turning back to her “Oh, right. You buying anything or are you just gonna sit there like a piece of eye candy?” He’d tease with a nudge, he didn’t care how unfriendly or moody she was, couldn’t shoot him for a simple nudge could she? ‘sides, they were in the same Merc Corps., more members mean’t they stayed alive more and more importantly, lived to receive those credits.

Soon though, a make would move to a closer table before he began to release a thick cloud of pheremones from his body, to reflect the mood the Twi’lek’s appearance had put himself in. He was fidgety as the Pheremones slowly made their way toward the Twi’lek, invisible to the eyes, and only noticeable by the Twi’lek, slowly, through inhaling them.