It had been almost three days since Cyutadakyr had found herself marooned on Sarka. Without any money or the means to leave on her own, the pureblood had been scouring the local spaceport and establishments looking for easy marks. Unfortunately, thus far none had been located that would be suitable for her designs. In part, the wealthy mining industry present on the planet meant that most ships came and went with something of a heavy guard, whether droid or otherwise.
Times were getting desperate, soon the local authorities would start to notice the red-skinned lady spending far too much time in one spot. Mindful of this, and really just needing an excuse to get out of the cold, Cyu made her way into the nearest saloon where she could start working on her next target for swindling. With any luck, she'd get a cold drink and a hot meal out of it, plus whatever she could squeeze outa his pocket.
But more than that, she needed mobility.
Times were getting desperate, soon the local authorities would start to notice the red-skinned lady spending far too much time in one spot. Mindful of this, and really just needing an excuse to get out of the cold, Cyu made her way into the nearest saloon where she could start working on her next target for swindling. With any luck, she'd get a cold drink and a hot meal out of it, plus whatever she could squeeze outa his pocket.
But more than that, she needed mobility.
@Sreeya