Namyr slowly made her way through the city. She rotated her shoulder a little to loosen up her arm. The stitches in her shoulder were itching like crazy and it was taking all her will-power not to scratch and risk opening up her wound again. She was glad that Darr had given the squad some free time before the next mission, giving Namyr time to scout out the surrounding planets. Since moving up in rank she had been looking for an apartment of her own, and as luck would have it she found one earlier that week on. She felt like celebrating, but before that she made sure to look around the surrounding area of her apartment. So far she had found a small market, a couple of bars, and a few annoying neighbors, but nothing that Namyr could see as a problem.

After speaking with a few people Namyr had learned some of the best bar were on a nearby planet called Coruscant. Packing a few clothes, and pocketing some money, the Lethan Twi'lek made her way to the nearest shuttle and a few hours later found herself on Coruscant. Shouldering her pack on her good shoulder, Namyr walked down the crowded street. She got the usually number of stares from men and women alike, but as soon as the people saw her Twi'lek dancing blades on her belt they quickly looked away at something else. Namyr mentally cursed being a Twi'lek for the thousandth time in her life. She wasn't even dressed as scantly as most of the other Twi'lek's on the street. There was nothing special about her white tank top and tan pants. But perhaps she should expect it by now, a red skinned Twi'lek was very rare and according to most people she met she was beautiful. Though the thought of Namyr as anything other then a solider, a trained killer, made Namyr chuckle. Still she wished that Leon, or Aeos, heck even Rogueboy was here with her to help draw away the stares.

Her fingers going through their stretching and flexing exercises, Namyr lifted her eyes from the person in front of her to a spectacle down the street. She raised an eyebrow as a man with a horizontal scar across his face, threw deodorant at a group of hobos. Rage sheered through Namyr's very being but she quickly quelled it with a few breaths. She watched the man go into a bar and headed that way. When she got to the door her arm was touched by one of the hobos.

"Miss, please spare a few credits?" the hobo asked as Namyr looked down at him. Her tongue tasted desperation, hunger, and she saw near death in the skinny, hollow faces of the hobos. Namyr's face was unreadable and darkened slightly as she reached for her blade. Or so it seemed to the hobo who winced and tried to scoot backwards out of Namyr's way. From under her blades she pulled out her money pouch and quickly went though the money in it.

"Well come on get up if you want to eat or not, thank goodness this is a bar and grill," Namyr said offering a hand out to the hobo, who looked shocked as he took her hand and stood up. Namyr quickly took a head count of about seven hobos as they walked into the bar, and she followed them.

"Hey I thought I told you worthless scum to stay out until you have money!" the owner of the bar said waving a cloth in the hobos direction as Namyr sat down at the bar. With a winning smile that jumped out due to the white of her teeth and the red of her skin, Namyr slid a couple hundred credits to the owner of the bar.

"Dear man, they're with me, get them food and drink and keep the change," Namyr said as the owner blinked a few times and nodded watching the hobos take a seat in a nearby table, all of them too shocked to say anything to Namyr, "Now if I could get a drink of my own, Corellian ale to start out with," she said her voice low and calm, hiding any emotion or thoughts from the people around her.


 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

LCPL Namyr

Namyr sworn there was probably a fan club about her somewhere in the galaxy, and every member was trying to impress her someway.  If men really wanted to impress her instead of flexing their muscles, they could make her laugh, or even better yet music, or plain old sword fighting techniques.  Namyr's thin smoth fingers traced the mouth of the glass before she picked up the drink and took a long gulp of the ale, taking her time to before she looked at the fellow with her large, light yellow eyes.

"Do you usually throw out your rank when trying to pick up women?  Wait a few ranks before you do so, a Private First Class rank isn't going to get into any woman who knows her military's pants," Namyr said blinking her eyes and going back to her drink, "If you're going to announce that you're a solider for the Empire, I suggest you wise up on where you announce it.  If the wrong person finds out you're a Stormtrooper then your as good as dead.  That's free and friendly advice," Namyr said a hint of coldness in her voice as the guy stared at her.  She took another sip of her ale, and then brushed one of her Lekku off her shoulder.

"I'm guessing that you're new to the corps, too young to know that danger is lurking everywhere.  Learn quickly then, to keep to yourself," she added running her finger down the cool glass of her ale, "And might I add that this lovely lady has two blades at her side, which should tell you not to go around assuming that a pretty face wants to be talked to in such a flirting air.  And as a 'pretty lady,' if I wanted you to know my name I would have told you and fawned over your feet like you seem to think females should in your presance," She said glancing at the guy again through her long eyelashes as her free hand settled on the hilt of her blades.

"As for the hobos, young man, it would do you well to know that they were starving to death and a little kindness from you could have given them a little hope.  Not everyone is what they seem, and if we're not suppose to protect the Empire and it's people, then who is.  Yes I gave it away, I am part of the corps, but my name and rank are still none of your business," Namyr added finishing off her ale and ordering something else a little stronger, "Now anymore folly attempts to woo me?  Or more questions of who I am?" she asked the entire time her voice level.
 
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"Rogue, just so you know if we die, I hate you."

LCPL Namyr

OOC: permisson granted.
oh and sorry Namyr for not posting I didn't know you replied

BTW I changed my profile.My character name is now Jacques and my callsign is Shado