E.T. [open]

[Maryna]

Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction

The twi'lek couldn't help but smile a little as she walked into the bar, she loved turning heads. Her black leather body suit clung to her hips and other...womanly curves, unzipped just enough in the front to be rather distracting to some. She again, liked it that way, it made manipulating the weak minded so much easier. Often times that made her missions easy, she could just flutter her eyelashes and wave her hand, and her targets would be melting into her hands. That always gave her extra time to loaf around and explore each planet she visited before having to report back to the Dark Jedi. She quite enjoyed that...

The bar was right ahead of her now, saber bouncing against her thigh with each sway of her hips, the music had her body aching to move... but yet she hadn't found anyone worthy of dancing with just yet. It was a large place, extravagant and very costly to get into. Twi'lek dancers and other women in slave looking garb danced on a stage across the room, while a large dance floor was lit up by strobe lights. It might give her a head ache if she didn't get a drink soon. The bar was long and made of some stunning crystal, it matched her sky blue skin. As she approached a couple human men stepped aside, feeling a bit intimidated by her... She could see it in their eyes, excellent.

You're so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers

She slid onto a bar stool and rested her arms on it, leaning over it a little to speak to the tender, ordering something a bit strong, raising the brows of the men expecting a pretty little thing like her to want some fruity little drink. She adjusted her tendrils, pulling them around front, they framed her face and shoulders much like human's hair would...but it gave her a much more exotic look. When her drink arrived she raised the glass to the tender before taking a drink, he'd put it on her tab... if he remembered to, that is. She knew he was as weak minded as the others in here. She turned and waved a hand in front of his face, "This drink is on the house..." She added in a wink, making him nod and melt. Whether or not it was the force that did that or the way she flirted, one could not tell. The results were the same.

This is transcendental
On another level

Spinning around she crossed her toned legs, knee high boots gleaming in the light, the leather of her outfit was well taken care of. Her elbows leaned back on the bar top lazily, her pretty brown eyes scanning the crowd and dance floor, still not finding anyone that really met her standards. It was a pitty, she was hoping to have some fun before her next mission. "How...disappointing..." She muttered, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a long drink, her foot tapping on the stool to the music's tempo. It had a nice sound, it was jazzy and loose, not stuck up like some of the classical pieces she had been subjected to by the older Dark Jedi she had met. Her gaze continued to move around the room as she took in each face, some were that of broken men...others of desperate women looking for attention. She saw herself as above all of them... as it should be noted that this Twi'lek is a bit of a narcissist.

Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial

It was then that her target entered the bar, and a groan passed her lips. Seriously, already? She had been hoping to get a few more drinks and maybe some fun in before she needed to do her job. But alas, she moved to him. This was a private mission, ordered by a woman who suspected her husband to be cheating on her... and while Maryna may not have been the type to settle down, she did not condone cheating. Thus, she'd have no problem with this. She moved over to talk to the man, starting out with gentle flirtation that would lead to them taking a private room. She lead him on, easily, until they got to the bed. She suddenly gripped her saber and in a flash had cut the man in half, leaving him in two clean pieces on the floor. She shut off the blade...Sadly though, they had not been as alone as she had hoped. A maid had been changing the towels in the bathroom.

"Great!...Just great..." She sighed, covering her face with her hand for a moment, upset with herself for being so reckless. The screaming women would alert soon, and guards would enter. Greaaaat. She looked around for options, and decided to go out of the window. Luckily, she would find a railing. Once out she grabbed it, and pulled up on her light body, flipping her way with a force jump onto the roof top. Once there she would easily disappear into the night.

---

The next day would come, bringing a bigger head ache to the female... it seemed that word was spreading about her latest kill, so she would need to lay low until she could get passage off of this planet. So, she decided to disguise herself... she hid her force signature and placed her saber in a bag she could carry. She removed the sexy black leather and replaced it with a flowing white dress, as far as anyone could tell she was a new comer, an escaped slave looking for her place in the world. She would have to keep up this facade... could she do it? She was often times blood thirsty, but any more death on her hands on this planet might land her in jail.

She made her way through the streets of the large, very industrial city, looking at the tall buildings as if she were awestruck, helpless, and filled with big dreams. She gripped her bag tightly and made her way towards the town Plaza, and took a seat on a near by bench, waiting on a public transport to arrive so she could go and find a place to stay for awhile, and perhaps a...shiver legal job.

Word count: 1047
My muse: "E.T." - Katy Perry

[Vorpa The Hutt]

Having heard of all the commotion on the news this one morning, Vorpa slid his massive frame over to where his larger projector was and eyed it curiously. When the very rough description from the cleaning lady came across, he only slid back over to his wrist com/datapad and made a note in huttese to himself.

If this woman with blue skin and head tails is found, she should be offered shelter from the local authorities in exchange for her services. Be wary however, she has killed some one with a strange weapon. She should be treated as armed and potentially dangerous at all times.

He then slid the armband on and went out to deal with his daily tasks, being the unseen overseer to Everwin. It didn't need much to maintain it, but he preferred to do this personally in these first crucial stages. If there was a mistake, he wanted to be the one to make it. If some one ELSE made it, he'd have to reprimand them. If *he* made the mistake, he just had to go 'oops'.