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Unlike her companions, Aaisha enjoyed working with amble company. As a smuggler, the Morganian often dealt with intermediaries and middle men during the course of her job - transporting illicit goods from one location to another. Under the banner of Crimson Dawn, that work had continued by...

Aaisha leaned her weight against the side of the counter, listening to the conversations and schmoozing that was taking place. She took a sip from her drink, golden eyes sweeping the crowd - until finally settling on the dazzling visage of Zira. The Morganian had encountered a multitude of...

Aaisha couldn’t deny being incredibly intrigued by the auction. It wasn’t often that Jedi - even their younglings - were captured and sold into slavery, and it represented a unique opportunity for the Morganian. Whatever price the Hutt demanded, she knew the Jedi Order or Empire would be willing...

While she poured another phattro, Aaisha couldn’t help but smirk at the trio gathered around her bar. The Morganian was admittedly accustomed to people seeming to shower her with attention, and allowed her golden gaze to flick across each and every one of them - lingering first on Mars. It had...

“I rarely miss a step,” Aaisha quipped right back, arching a brow in Edin’s direction. The Morganian wouldn’t press the point of his little growl any further, but instead flashed the Firrerreo a rather knowing smirk that was far worse. She didn’t miss his silence in response to her crime scene...

“Or maybe it’s that little growl you do when my hands are on your waist,” Aaisha said with a grin, casually leaving the butt of her own cigarra in an ashtray. “Rather hard to say.” The Morganian hooked her thumbs outside her pockets, golden eyes sweeping the city as evening drew ever closer...

“Most don’t,” Aaisha said with a small smirk, tilting her head towards Edin. “You did,” The Morganian was accustomed to people constantly wanting her attention, and typically failing to keep it for very long. Edin certainly had been different in that department, during their brief work together...

Aaisha reclined into the cushions of her booth, lazily allowing a stream of pale smoke to drift up from her lips. Despite the increased security on the planet, the Morganian couldn’t have been more relaxed than at that moment. She was confident in her abilities and the plan she’d organized to...

.Throughout her career as a smuggler, Aaisha had found herself conducting a number of dangerous runs. Whether it was transporting the finest Glitterstim or a cache of Blackwell weapons, or having to outrun Republic warships - the Morganian prided herself on consistency and results. It was, after...

“Annnndddd,” Aaisha mused with a fanged grin, leaning over the bar ever-so-slightly. “Down he goes.” She said with no lack of amusement, watching as the Tognath was utterly ragdolled to the ground by Covax. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the Vanguard handle business, and didn’t care...

It would be a cold day on Mustafar before Aaisha was going to miss a Crimson Dawn party. While the Morganian had largely been laying low since the heist on Indupar, she’d kept a presence in her usual circles - and had thus received the invite from Nymeria to the private beach. It was certainly a...

As they closed in on the high-stakes card table, Aaisha forced a rather convincing, sultry smile for the men assembled there - her golden eyes lingering for just a moment on each of them. Upon the invitation to do so, the Morganian followed John and promptly took a seat amongst the group -...

“I’m moving to the second floor. Keep your eyes on the balconies there,” She muttered quietly, one last bit of information for Mars from the inside - at least for that moment. The Morganian didn’t have much opportunity to feed the assassin any more details as she was intercepted and promptly...

A few short minutes passed, and Aaisha continued to linger near the edge of the stairwell - golden eyes cast down towards the chaos that unfolded below. While Edin made out like a bandit in the showcase room, the Morganian couldn’t help but marvel at just how well the improvised burrito-attack...

“Nothing in my end,” Aaisha replied back smoothly, keeping her eyes casually ahead as they strolled through the casino - gradually moving towards the escalator that led to the top floor. “Stay alert. I expect our friend has taken some liberties with security on the perimeter of the building.”...

Aaisha was a mixture of disgusted, internally pleased and impressed by the lethality of those burritos when unholy noises began to echo through the palace ballroom - the natural acoustics of the building transformed the cacophony of high-pitched ass-squeaks and baritone rumbles into a medley of...

The primal urge to strangle Karimi was growing more and more tempting by the second, heist be damned. Despite the charming and pleasant smile that was plastered on Aaisha’s lips, - an expression perfectly trained after countless jobs playing different roles - it was taking a concerted effort to...

Aaisha’s couldn’t quite help the way her lips pulled ever-so-slightly wider, that glint of amusement dancing in the Morganian’s golden eyes upon seeing the flustered response Mars came back with. There was a playfulness there, her gaze on the assassin lingering for a long moment before she moved...

Internally, Aaisha couldn’t help but curse a bit at the response she received from the low-ranking royal. The Morganian had hoped that flattery alone would’ve been enough to get Karimi’s attention - long enough for her to actually proceed to the next step of causing a distraction. The snobbish...

For just those few moments, Aaisha listened intently to what Mars had to say - her head shifting to be entirely in this job as the details were hashed out. While the Morganian was appropriately confident in her own abilities, she wasn’t ignorant enough to proclaim she was an expert at what she...