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Haruun Kal
Dynni "D" Dabos had seen backwaters. She'd seen dark holes in the wall where everybody had a blaster on the door, and dank slums where you couldn't take five steps without kicking some strung out druggy laying in the gutter. The bounty hunter would like to have thought she'd seen some of the most miserable and out-of-the-way places there were. Then she'd been given the coordinates for this meeting spot in Haruun Kal, along with express request that she sweep the site for any sort of observers or bugs so that she and her prospective employer wouldn't be overheard. So despite the fact that she was so far out in the jungles that she was pretty sure there was native wildlife that wasn't in this clearing, she'd done as requested. After all, she needed the credits, and pissing off an employer wasn't a good way to get a job. Dynni had done as asked. She found - nothing. Which wasn't all that surprising given that she was out in basically the middle of nowhere.
The cargo bay of "The Daft Punk" was where she relaxed for the time being, with a set-up for her to be pinged on her comm system whenever the ship's sensors picked up anything approaching her location. The entire bay had been refitted in a fashion - very akin to her home back on Zeltros years before. That is to say the entire area was decorated with lights, hologram projectors of veil dancers positioned in two corners, a large display screen for vids, various narcotics stashed under a large couch, and a bed far too large for anyone save a Hutt to ever find a use for by themselves. Of course there was also the sadly rather empty weapon racks and cases along one wall and the workout equipment on the other, but even those things had been - redecorated. Of course there was a time when she'd done this to distance herself from painful memories. Now she did it out of personal amusement and for something nice to come back "home" to after a tough hunt.
Eventually her sensors pinged her that something was getting closer and with a smile on her face, with the helmet tucked under one arm, she had stepped from her ship, and waited patiently at the end of the cargo ramp for her new contact to arrive.
Dynni "D" Dabos had seen backwaters. She'd seen dark holes in the wall where everybody had a blaster on the door, and dank slums where you couldn't take five steps without kicking some strung out druggy laying in the gutter. The bounty hunter would like to have thought she'd seen some of the most miserable and out-of-the-way places there were. Then she'd been given the coordinates for this meeting spot in Haruun Kal, along with express request that she sweep the site for any sort of observers or bugs so that she and her prospective employer wouldn't be overheard. So despite the fact that she was so far out in the jungles that she was pretty sure there was native wildlife that wasn't in this clearing, she'd done as requested. After all, she needed the credits, and pissing off an employer wasn't a good way to get a job. Dynni had done as asked. She found - nothing. Which wasn't all that surprising given that she was out in basically the middle of nowhere.
The cargo bay of "The Daft Punk" was where she relaxed for the time being, with a set-up for her to be pinged on her comm system whenever the ship's sensors picked up anything approaching her location. The entire bay had been refitted in a fashion - very akin to her home back on Zeltros years before. That is to say the entire area was decorated with lights, hologram projectors of veil dancers positioned in two corners, a large display screen for vids, various narcotics stashed under a large couch, and a bed far too large for anyone save a Hutt to ever find a use for by themselves. Of course there was also the sadly rather empty weapon racks and cases along one wall and the workout equipment on the other, but even those things had been - redecorated. Of course there was a time when she'd done this to distance herself from painful memories. Now she did it out of personal amusement and for something nice to come back "home" to after a tough hunt.
Eventually her sensors pinged her that something was getting closer and with a smile on her face, with the helmet tucked under one arm, she had stepped from her ship, and waited patiently at the end of the cargo ramp for her new contact to arrive.