Jihahna Darut
Jihahna straightened her back, placing her arms behind her in an at-ease position. Her green military cap was placed nearly on her head over the top of her silky, dark navy hair, cut fairly short for practical reasons on Tattooine.
Her face, naturally beautiful did not make any use of makeup as beauty was not a priority to Jihahna. Hygiene however was a priority to her, so her face, body, clothing and equipment was always very clean and well maintained.
She wore a black singlet under her all-temperature coat, a pair of goggles hanging from the front of her chest for sand-(or maybe now snow-)storms.
Under her cloak were a series of brown tight leather straps that fit comfortably around the different parts of her body, holding her tools in the best location she thought appropriate for ease of access, her communicator just to the left of her left breast, her repair kit on the right hand side of her belt, replacement power packs running around the left side of her belt, grappling hook, strapped opposite the communicator, breather and filters strapped behind her.
Sticking out of her left sleeve was a clearly mechanical, 3 digit (2 joints per digit) hand. It looked like it may have originally belonged to an old worker droid of some kind, though any possible previous indications of rust or corrosion had clearly been ground, sandblasted and polished away, any imperfections, filled in with weld and ground back and polished again. Her left leg was the same, jutting out from cargo pants, which were customised, shortened to above knee height on the left side to accommodate the sub-standard prosthetic. On her right foot, she wore thick black lace-up boot, wrapped up tight in cloth strip, originally to keep out the sand.
She stood 5'7" tall, her dark singlet pulling tight around her chest and the rest of her athletic body; she was physically very strong for a woman even though she appeared slim. Her height helped to hide this, her tight and perky physical features often provoking men into catcalling and the such, until she broke their nose if appropriate.
It was different with an employer though, so she ignored the feelings of awkwardness in seeing the dancing girls draped around Sawthawne like jewellery. She had to sell the information she held. If he was a significant enough rival to Jabba, she knew this information would be BIG news. Looking up as a sign of respect, she replied. "Jihahna Darut sir. I have come to you seeking assistance. I believe I have significant information I can provide to you in exchange.
I would also like to add sir, I prefer not to make a habit of betraying my employers; that is sir, it is only because of what I know that I have a bounty on my head, but it was not the reason I left."
Jihahna pauses momentarily, knowing she will likely elicit laughter at her next comment. "I er... left, because I wish to go... straight, therefore, I propose that the less I know about your operations, the better."
Jihahna looks up again, continuing. "In exchange for the information, I would ask for credits and the opportunity to work for you, so I can save up my and buy myself a new identity, upgraded prosthetics, upgrades for my droid here and maybe a ship, after which, we might respectfully part ways."She shifts uncomfortably, "Also, if I could have accommodation in the meantime, that would be everything I could hope for".
Jihahna stops speaking. Holding still, she awaits Sawthawne's reply.
Jihahna straightened her back, placing her arms behind her in an at-ease position. Her green military cap was placed nearly on her head over the top of her silky, dark navy hair, cut fairly short for practical reasons on Tattooine.
Her face, naturally beautiful did not make any use of makeup as beauty was not a priority to Jihahna. Hygiene however was a priority to her, so her face, body, clothing and equipment was always very clean and well maintained.
She wore a black singlet under her all-temperature coat, a pair of goggles hanging from the front of her chest for sand-(or maybe now snow-)storms.
Under her cloak were a series of brown tight leather straps that fit comfortably around the different parts of her body, holding her tools in the best location she thought appropriate for ease of access, her communicator just to the left of her left breast, her repair kit on the right hand side of her belt, replacement power packs running around the left side of her belt, grappling hook, strapped opposite the communicator, breather and filters strapped behind her.
Sticking out of her left sleeve was a clearly mechanical, 3 digit (2 joints per digit) hand. It looked like it may have originally belonged to an old worker droid of some kind, though any possible previous indications of rust or corrosion had clearly been ground, sandblasted and polished away, any imperfections, filled in with weld and ground back and polished again. Her left leg was the same, jutting out from cargo pants, which were customised, shortened to above knee height on the left side to accommodate the sub-standard prosthetic. On her right foot, she wore thick black lace-up boot, wrapped up tight in cloth strip, originally to keep out the sand.
She stood 5'7" tall, her dark singlet pulling tight around her chest and the rest of her athletic body; she was physically very strong for a woman even though she appeared slim. Her height helped to hide this, her tight and perky physical features often provoking men into catcalling and the such, until she broke their nose if appropriate.
It was different with an employer though, so she ignored the feelings of awkwardness in seeing the dancing girls draped around Sawthawne like jewellery. She had to sell the information she held. If he was a significant enough rival to Jabba, she knew this information would be BIG news. Looking up as a sign of respect, she replied. "Jihahna Darut sir. I have come to you seeking assistance. I believe I have significant information I can provide to you in exchange.
I would also like to add sir, I prefer not to make a habit of betraying my employers; that is sir, it is only because of what I know that I have a bounty on my head, but it was not the reason I left."
Jihahna pauses momentarily, knowing she will likely elicit laughter at her next comment. "I er... left, because I wish to go... straight, therefore, I propose that the less I know about your operations, the better."
Jihahna looks up again, continuing. "In exchange for the information, I would ask for credits and the opportunity to work for you, so I can save up my and buy myself a new identity, upgraded prosthetics, upgrades for my droid here and maybe a ship, after which, we might respectfully part ways."She shifts uncomfortably, "Also, if I could have accommodation in the meantime, that would be everything I could hope for".
Jihahna stops speaking. Holding still, she awaits Sawthawne's reply.
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