Yellow Weaver
"L-listen, girly. J-just hand over your wallet and I won't shoot ya. That would be better for my conscious, and yours."
It was nightfall on Coruscant, though none would be able to tell. It was so far down that night was the only constant state, with some beings going their entire lives never seeing the sun. It was here that a young Godoan found herself staring down a band of thieves, or what remained of them. Two she had already dealt with, knocking them out cold and leaving them in the gutter of the alleyway. All that remained was a skittish fellow, a blue skinned... Pantoran, was it? Loomi's recollection was poor, even of basic things like the names of species. Still, she was unconcerned with his threats to shoot. She had endured worse...
How did she know this?
No matter. Her companion shifted from a flowing, liquid state into a blade, blunt edges as to not cause any lethal damage. The Godoan sprang forwards, parrying a blaster bolt into the wall and swinging her bizarre weapon into the side of the man's head, providing enough blunt trauma to knock him out cold. With a sigh, the girl returned the organism to the gourd on her waist, crouching down to assess the strange individual who had jumped her.
"Peculiar..." Loomi frowned.
She prodded at a substance in the man's coat, a red powder. It didn't take much to take note of the substances sedative properties. The Godoan was quick to pull it away from her face and wipe it off. Perhaps that was the source of the man's delusion. A... drug? Was that what they were called? Loomi wasn't quite sure. So many words seemed to slip from her mind...
Movement. Fluctuation in the force made her antennae twitch. Someone had stepped into the alleyway. The girl rose quickly, spinning and drawing her blade, which swirled into a more suitable form. Her mechanical toes dug into the asphalt below her feet as she prepared for another attack.
"Who's there."
