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The Theelin walked backstage to her dressing room. She wiped sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. She absolutely hated her part time job.

She was a part time singer at the cantina called the Rusty Hydrospanner. Due to her background, though, it fit perfectly. Growing up, she was taught to sing at a special school. See, her species all-female religious order was Divas. She hated it. She was also pretty sure she was the only one who hated it. So for most of her childhood, she had been drilled with singing lessons, operas, dancing, and many more unnervingly girlie things. Gladly, in her rebellious teen years, she ran away from the school on Naboo to become a bounty hunter.

She scowled at the memory of her childhood as she slammed the door to her dressing room. She had repainted the once-hot-pink walls a neutral grey. It was calmer and not as depressing as one would think. Sitting down at the vanity, she vigorously scrubbed the make-up off her face. Once done with that, she reapplied her normal make-up to her face. Putting her hair back into pig-tails, she gave herself a look in the mirror.

She looked normal, other than the skin tight, bright green, sequined, ultra short dress. Taking off the dress and finally being able to breathe again, she got into her normal dark green jumpsuit.

She picked up her dressing room and decided to call it quits for the night. She was supposed to be lying low and not taking big bounties. Check. Sadly, that meant doing the small bounties that were just plain annoying.

Walking back to her apartment in the dark was not a task she enjoyed. Plenty of times she'd been attacked by stupid gangs, solo guys, or just drunks. If she had a credit for every time she had been attacked, she'd be well on her way to becoming rich.

As if thinking about it jinxed her, suddenly she was grabbed and slammed into a nearby dumpster. She could practically feel the new bruise on her back. She blinked the stars out of her eyes as she was being held to the dumpster, with her attacker's forearm against her throat.

"Heh, walking' home alone I see." The guy said. He was an adult Rodian. He was a blue-green color, wore pants, boots, a blouse and a vest over it. There was a blaster strapped to his thigh and his eyes shone with lust like every other guy who had attacked her.

"You might say that." She coughed out.

"Heh, good." He smiled. His breath smelled like he had had a drink at every cantina on this level.

"Listen you might wanna think about letting me go." Latts frowned, formulating a plan.

"Why's that, sugar?" The Rodian asked, leaning quite close to her face. Too close.

"See, I get cluster phobic." She said.

"What's that?" The Rodian asked stupidly.

"It's when I don't like when people crowd me!" She growled, kneeing him.

The Rodian let go of her in pain. She made to run down the ally, but he grabbed her leg, tripping her. He tried to pull her towards him by her leg, but she grabbed the dumpster and kicked him in the face with her hoof. While he was stunned, she stood up and made a run for it. She didn't stop until she was inside her apartment.

Shutting the door, she leaned up against the wall, letting herself slide down to a sitting position on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just another night in the under levels of Coruscant. She hated being alone. She never got attacked when she was with her partners.

She felt a pang of sadness. She truly missed them. She also missed doing the big bounty hunting jobs. Those were two of the things she had lost when they all split up. She laughed to herself sadly, knowing she was probably never going to see any of those guys again. The under levels go on forever. There was no way she would coincidentally run into one of them.

Standing up, she decided to get ready for bed. But then she stopped. 'Well, I don't have work tomorrow…' She thought to herself. She could go to the cantina for a bit, it was only around nine o' clock anyways.

Latts locked her apartment and went off to a different cantina that was closer. She needed some public alone time. Public alone time kept you from thinking too much. And that was exactly what she wanted to do.


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PLEASE NOTE: I took some liberties with Latts's back story (since she doesn't have one) and just did some research to make it as realistic as possible! Hope you liked it! (P.S that's what fanfic's all about, right? ;D )