Kiyo Hayashi
A Smile that Kills
Far out in the lesser known regions of Galaxy, away from the territories of the waring factions, was the planet Antecedent. Like any civilized place in the galaxy it was not without it's faults. As perfect as some parts of it were others were not as inviting. The seedy areas of the many cities that dotted the planet were home to just as many criminals as there were decent folk. So much could go wrong and yet so much could go right, depending on who you were.
One of the leaders of a small gang, a Zabrak, had entered one of the many clubs of the city with a trio of his men. All were eager to enjoy the night, making the best of any and all situations. They wanted to drink themselves silly, perhaps beat a couple of people that gave them dirty looks, and all the while being treated by some of the lovely ladies present.
Entering the club they were met with the smell of smoke and drink and sweat from the hot and eager clients at wait at their tables or in front of the dancing area. Aliens of many varieties and droids alike were both the customers and the entertainment, gaining the attention they sought from their usual clientele. The zabrak and his boys roughly made their way over to the nearest table to the dancers, evicting the former group of people sitting their easily, before sitting down and enjoying the show.
They ordered drinks while pawing at some of the ladies who passed by, be they the dancers or not, before the announcer/DJ of the club called out "And now for your pleasure, folks, meet our newest lovely little blossom to grace the dance floor. Coming to you all the way from Naboo, it's the exotic beauty of Ms. Sana Rey!"
There was cheering from some while the zabrak and his boys leaned forward, eager to see this 'exotic beauty'. From behind the curtain to the dance floor slowly emerged a fare beauty dressed in green. The outfit she wore showed off her legs while her hair flowed down her back. The human girl swished her way out to the beat of the music before reaching the center where she began to show herself off in front of everyone. She swayed her body and seduced her with limbs in fluid-like movements. Tongues wagged and hearts beat as the sight.
Eventually the vixen turned her attention to the Zabrak and his men, but more towards the leader in general. She sauntered her way over to them before standing on their table and performing an almost private dance in front of them. During all of her moves none of the men had noticed that her hands managed to slip something out from her glove, likely because their eyes were busy elsewhere. She draped her arms over the Zabrak while the toying with the thing in her hand.
Leaning close to his ear the whispered "Grudo says 'hi'."
The zebrak, knowing that name as a rival gang leader he had hard dealings with, didn't have time to react before something penetrated the back of his neck. It was a small glass needle that had gone straight through his spin at the base of his skull. The expression on his face was one of pure surprise, but to the others they thought he'd been hit with too much of what the dancer had given him to move. The music finally stopped and the woman gave a final kiss on the forehead to the zebrak before moving off the table and making her way to the dressing rooms in the back.
She knew it would be some time before the rest of the men would figure it out, but during that time she returned to her dressing room as if nothing had happened at all; a small smile on her face the whole time.
[member="Enigma"]
One of the leaders of a small gang, a Zabrak, had entered one of the many clubs of the city with a trio of his men. All were eager to enjoy the night, making the best of any and all situations. They wanted to drink themselves silly, perhaps beat a couple of people that gave them dirty looks, and all the while being treated by some of the lovely ladies present.
Entering the club they were met with the smell of smoke and drink and sweat from the hot and eager clients at wait at their tables or in front of the dancing area. Aliens of many varieties and droids alike were both the customers and the entertainment, gaining the attention they sought from their usual clientele. The zabrak and his boys roughly made their way over to the nearest table to the dancers, evicting the former group of people sitting their easily, before sitting down and enjoying the show.
They ordered drinks while pawing at some of the ladies who passed by, be they the dancers or not, before the announcer/DJ of the club called out "And now for your pleasure, folks, meet our newest lovely little blossom to grace the dance floor. Coming to you all the way from Naboo, it's the exotic beauty of Ms. Sana Rey!"
There was cheering from some while the zabrak and his boys leaned forward, eager to see this 'exotic beauty'. From behind the curtain to the dance floor slowly emerged a fare beauty dressed in green. The outfit she wore showed off her legs while her hair flowed down her back. The human girl swished her way out to the beat of the music before reaching the center where she began to show herself off in front of everyone. She swayed her body and seduced her with limbs in fluid-like movements. Tongues wagged and hearts beat as the sight.
Eventually the vixen turned her attention to the Zabrak and his men, but more towards the leader in general. She sauntered her way over to them before standing on their table and performing an almost private dance in front of them. During all of her moves none of the men had noticed that her hands managed to slip something out from her glove, likely because their eyes were busy elsewhere. She draped her arms over the Zabrak while the toying with the thing in her hand.
Leaning close to his ear the whispered "Grudo says 'hi'."
The zebrak, knowing that name as a rival gang leader he had hard dealings with, didn't have time to react before something penetrated the back of his neck. It was a small glass needle that had gone straight through his spin at the base of his skull. The expression on his face was one of pure surprise, but to the others they thought he'd been hit with too much of what the dancer had given him to move. The music finally stopped and the woman gave a final kiss on the forehead to the zebrak before moving off the table and making her way to the dressing rooms in the back.
She knew it would be some time before the rest of the men would figure it out, but during that time she returned to her dressing room as if nothing had happened at all; a small smile on her face the whole time.
[member="Enigma"]