This one is a little bit short, my apologies. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
The Zabrak walked into the cantina and looked around. As far as the eye could see, there was the generally unpleasant activities of under level cantina patrons going on. She shook her head and yanked down the hem of her too-tight dress. She particularly hated disguises but they weren't optional. This time she had chosen an uncivilly short, maroon dress that had long sleeves and a lower-than-it-should-be neckline. She hated unwanted attention brought to her body but she needed to 'blend in'. She dug her nails into her matching purse's handle, which was too big for her liking.
Drawing the unwanted glances and stares of many different assorted males, she walked to the stairs that led to the rentable rooms. The going was slow, though, because she wasn't comfortable walking in the five inch heels she had on.
Finally making it up the stairs, she attempted to run to the next set that was down the rentable rooms hall. It didn't exactly work and she tripped, falling into the wall with a loud thud.
"Crap!" She growled to herself, thinking about how she was supposed to be 'silent as the wind' as her one employer had put it.
She took the next flight of stairs all the way to the roof. She was immensely happy she didn't have any situations with patrons, thinking back to the one time when she almost got abducted. She shook her head with a smirk, walking over to the edge of the building so she could see down at the walkways. She took off the infernal heels and set them aside. Now she could finally get to work.
She proceeded to open her purse and take out all the parts of her disassembled sniper rifle. A first she had wondered how she would conceal it and was quited pleased with herself when she came up with the ingenious idea for stashing it in a chunky purse. She began putting the pieces together, hoping she wouldn't miss her target walking by. Finally, she clicked on the sights and got into position, looking for her target.
"Now, where are you…" She mumbled to herself.
Several minutes passed by whiteout seeing him. He was a Bothan, average weight and height, and supposedly wearing a flight suit. A few minutes later she saw the man. He was the exactly the same as the description and photo she was given. Bringing the sights to her eye, she quickly found him in the crowd, her crosshair centered on him. She shot, getting him first try. Her skills had definitely improved since she started working as a part-time assassin.
She set down her rifle and brought her comm to her lips.
"Sir, I got the target." She stated, as she packed up her rifle.
"Very good. I have another assignment for you, if you're interested." Her employer told her.
"You have my attention." Sugi said as she put the heels back on and walked back down to the cantina.
Yay, two prologues down two to go! (poor Sugi, I love to make fun of her wearing heels!) Please review!