T A T O O I N E
M O S - E I S L E Y - D O C K Y A R D
Her speederbike was a sweet ride, though Scherezade still had no name for it. Her mind was working a bunch on configuring how she could turn its purple pink; a personal sort of thing that she liked to do on occasion. Only a few of these bikes existed in the entire 'verse, and she was damned proud to have one of them. After learning how to drive one on Coruscant (which included going vertically upwards and destroying another speeder in the process to pull off a lovely stunt), Scherezade had attempted various dangerous drives with various different vehicles. Her space piloting might have been chit, but planet-side? She reigned supreme.
Much as she had wanted to use her beautiful new armor, this mission required something ever so slightly more incognito. So instead of looking like the dangerous and curvaceous predator that she was, she'd instead opted for something that was over so slightly more than simple slave rags, a dysfunctional Force-blocking collar going around her neck as well.
The mission was simple. Get into the ring, get the slaves out, and kill the slavers. All of them. Scherezade's favorite method for such thing was simple infiltration. Her plan, if Razelle would be willing to play along, was to have Razelle sell her. Well. Pretend-sell her. Then if things went according to plan, the slaves would receive some backdoor that they could use to escape while Scherezade and her… Whatever the hell the term was for the developing relationship between her and Razelle was, could go on a slaughter. Slaughtering was always fun.
Vroom-vrooming her way to where she and Raz had agreed to meet, Scherezade was grinning beneath her safety helmet. For once, she was excited about something like this; excited about the mission, about the mission partner, and about what was to come.
She had missed feeling like that for too damn long.