Name: Tysler Kern
Occupation: Freelance logistics co-ordinator (some might lean towards smuggler)
Appearance: Blue skin, black hair tied into a ponytail, yellow markings on her cheeks which look like opposing stretched P’s. She wears a brown flight suit with black overcoat.
Tysler Kern’s feet ached as she walked, “I miss having a ship,” she said with a glare at her brother.
“What? How was I to know the sabacc game was rigged?”
“Josel, gambling is just a fancy word for stealing your goods.”
“Na-uh, you need to buy a dictionary.”
“I’d prefer to purchase some common sense for you.”
“With this face, I can get away with anything.”
Tysler eyed her brother as they walked; he was a good looking Pantoran man. His azure skin and navy coloured hair only seemed to attract more female attention than was warranted. “Your charm does not work on me, brother.”
Josel shrugged, “As family it is your duty to forgive all my sins and I in turn do so for you.”
“You’re full of it, you know that?”
He shrugged, “I refuse to comment.”
“Whatever. Now how do you plan to get our ship back?”
“I know a guy.”
“Right and where might this guy be?”
“In a bar.”
“Of course he is, now can you be more specific.”
He pointed to a dingy cantina four buildings down, “That place right there.”
“The one that looks like a rancor sat on it after vomiting on it?”
“Yep, that’s the place.”
She rolled her eyes, “Just peachy.”
“You might want to get your blaster out, looks like some Guavian death dudes just strolled in.”
“How about we wait until they kill whoever it is that ticked them off and then go in.”
“And miss the fun, nah!”
“I swear you were adopted.”
“Since I’m three years older than you, you’ll never know.”
Tysler shook her head in disgust. Reaching into her overcoat pocket she pulled out a pair of tiny droids. Both unfolded into six-legged spider like mechanisms. “Take out the Guavians please,” she whispered to them before placing them on the ground. The mice sized droids scuttled off with minimal sound.
“I consider that cheating,” Josel stated.
“Cheating versus getting dead, hmm I pick cheating.”
“Fair enough, now let’s do this quietly.”
“Are you capable of shutting up for five minutes?”
He glared at her as they approached the cantina entrance.
Inside they could hear the horrendous attempt at smooth talking from a very filthy human male. Tysler could see that Josel was dying to throw out some smart remark. Before he could open his lips the filthy man attacked the Guavian leader. In tandum her droids dropped the leader’s backup with electric shocks. They both stepped inside as the filthy man and his out of place woman continued their own fight.