Heart Breaker and Life Taker
Current outfit
Location: Tatooine
Tatooine somehow got even crazier ever since the fall of the CIS, with Hutt gangs, Damiyos vying for territory now that the CIS was no longer charge. It left the Mandalorian Enclave as the police of sorts. Though Mandalorians were more warriors than peacekeepers, Hilal though while a Mandalorian has yet to complete her armor and a Mandalorian without armor might as well be considered naked. Hilal wanted to be ambitious when building her suit, obviously it should have the typical functionalities as a regular Mandalorian Armor but Hilal wanted more. She wanted to enhance her strength and speed, have access to as many weapons, armor and missiles as possible. In other words, Hilal wanted to make it the most advanced Mandalorian armor in the Galaxy. She wanted to stick out, she wanted to fit in with her fellow Mandalorians. Years of loneliness of wandering the streets seeing Mandalorian groups and then fall.
Hilal felt powerless seeing the Mandalorians struggle, she wanted to remedy that. The young woman grabbed her bag and began looking around a local junkyard for parts of a fuel Jetpack. Right now, Hilal found herself in Tatooine, scavenging to look for parts for a Jetpack though at a budget. It contradicted her desire to build the best armor out there, but Hilal had a knack of turning chit into chocolate cake. Growing up in junk, Hilal had learned that the most valuable trinkets can be found in a junkpile, you just gotta know where to look. "Hey you there!" A Raykkan who wore big, thick glasses and cheap, home spun overalls. The spicestick that hung from his mouth had the spice slowly spill from the wrapping and the glasses looked like it was about to fall off anytime. Raykkans were fairly rare, but Hilal understood that they've dominated the Outer Rim along with the Hutts for years. Hilal also knew that the Raykkans loved to dress fancy to show off their wealth. This guy though, looked like he was low in the hierarchy like way low, judging by his eyes he was desperately trying to climb the ranks, to be something greater like Hilal is.
"Welcome to Phleg's Junk!" The Raykkan said while Hilal adjusted the strap on her bag. "I got the cheapest parts at the lowest prices! My name is Phleg! How can I help you little girl"
"Don't you mean the best parts at low prices?" Hilal asked raising an eyebrow.
"Sure!" Phleg said. "Let's go with that! What the fuck did I say?!"
"Welcome to budgetville." Hilal thought. "Where even the merchants are inexperienced dolts."
"I'm looking for parts for a repulsor pack." Reaching into her bag, Hilal showed Phleg the exact parts that she was looking for. "I was told that you had them?"
"Ah yes!" Phleg said chomping on his small spice stick. "I got one! Nubian style! You'll be happy with the price! Follow me!"
"I hope so," Hilal mumbled as she began to follow the Raykkan.
Thonn Rokkal
Location: Tatooine
Tatooine somehow got even crazier ever since the fall of the CIS, with Hutt gangs, Damiyos vying for territory now that the CIS was no longer charge. It left the Mandalorian Enclave as the police of sorts. Though Mandalorians were more warriors than peacekeepers, Hilal though while a Mandalorian has yet to complete her armor and a Mandalorian without armor might as well be considered naked. Hilal wanted to be ambitious when building her suit, obviously it should have the typical functionalities as a regular Mandalorian Armor but Hilal wanted more. She wanted to enhance her strength and speed, have access to as many weapons, armor and missiles as possible. In other words, Hilal wanted to make it the most advanced Mandalorian armor in the Galaxy. She wanted to stick out, she wanted to fit in with her fellow Mandalorians. Years of loneliness of wandering the streets seeing Mandalorian groups and then fall.
Hilal felt powerless seeing the Mandalorians struggle, she wanted to remedy that. The young woman grabbed her bag and began looking around a local junkyard for parts of a fuel Jetpack. Right now, Hilal found herself in Tatooine, scavenging to look for parts for a Jetpack though at a budget. It contradicted her desire to build the best armor out there, but Hilal had a knack of turning chit into chocolate cake. Growing up in junk, Hilal had learned that the most valuable trinkets can be found in a junkpile, you just gotta know where to look. "Hey you there!" A Raykkan who wore big, thick glasses and cheap, home spun overalls. The spicestick that hung from his mouth had the spice slowly spill from the wrapping and the glasses looked like it was about to fall off anytime. Raykkans were fairly rare, but Hilal understood that they've dominated the Outer Rim along with the Hutts for years. Hilal also knew that the Raykkans loved to dress fancy to show off their wealth. This guy though, looked like he was low in the hierarchy like way low, judging by his eyes he was desperately trying to climb the ranks, to be something greater like Hilal is.
"Welcome to Phleg's Junk!" The Raykkan said while Hilal adjusted the strap on her bag. "I got the cheapest parts at the lowest prices! My name is Phleg! How can I help you little girl"
"Don't you mean the best parts at low prices?" Hilal asked raising an eyebrow.
"Sure!" Phleg said. "Let's go with that! What the fuck did I say?!"
"Welcome to budgetville." Hilal thought. "Where even the merchants are inexperienced dolts."
"I'm looking for parts for a repulsor pack." Reaching into her bag, Hilal showed Phleg the exact parts that she was looking for. "I was told that you had them?"
"Ah yes!" Phleg said chomping on his small spice stick. "I got one! Nubian style! You'll be happy with the price! Follow me!"
"I hope so," Hilal mumbled as she began to follow the Raykkan.
Thonn Rokkal