Jedi Mom
Dressing for the Maw
Location: Erakhis
Tags: Inanna Yomin
As the two were taken care of, the Twi'lek muttered to herself for the umpteenth time about having had painted herself. It was infuriating the more she thought about it, let alone having to take it off.
Seeing the rig forming before her eyes in the distance, the knight muttered to herself in disbelief, wondering how something like this managed to be built or occupied without raising alarm. Someone had messed up big time. She parted the storage unit in her Lekku, withdrawing her saber and clipping it to her belt.
She felt that the two out of commissioned followers might raise alarms, but when she arrived in the empty bay, she was more concerned to feel nothing at all. Scowling as the top opened up, the cycled air hit her nose, and immediately she felt her danger sense flair up. Reaching out, she didn't feel anything initially, which meant either two things. This place was empty, it was entirely droids, or the people that were here had a way to avoid her detection. Those thoughts made her frown as she exited the craft, eyeing the area about her wearily. "Nothing, everything just seems like...no one is here. If this was a trap, these guys need to get a hobby. An underwater death trap just for us is too much to ask for."
Why didn't the bad guys ever seem to have budget issues?