((I call Golden Yellow))

Caeda Trayus

The Miraluka seer walked into the Ship's stores on a mission.

For several years now, she had been part of a bounty hunting duo with a Corellian scout named Jon Helkin. The two got along well, and he knew her secrets so she made no attempt to hide them.

This time was different. From what she was told, there would be more then just a Target, a bystander, and the two bounty hunter involved. People who should couldn't just wave a hand and say "You saw no lightsaber."

In all those years, she had only used two weapons...an Ion Pistol do to it's harmlessness and the golden light of her lightsaber in emergences. If she needed, there was a back up blaster in the duo's ship, the Nerf's Republic, and she knew Jon usually carried two.

But this time, she would need her own alternative. She would need her own blaster pistol.

The doors parted and the Miraluka entered the stores. She was dressed in gray robes that had a combat jumpsuit and protective padding meshed into it. She had forgotten her darkened goggles that day, so she had wrapped a grey sash around her shaved and tatoo'd head to cover her eyelessness. Her Ion Pistol had been confiscated as an act of good faith to the Rebels, and her lightsaber hung by a hook in the folds of her robes, away from sight.

She walked with somewhat cautious grace to the man in charge and asked him in the tone of a diplomat, her voice smooth as milk underneath her thick accent.

"Dost thou have a blaster I could purchase? A pistol and cells perhaps?"