Hilal took a deep breath taking one last glance at the large mirror before exiting the Spaceport. Which was irritating but the young woman wanted to test herself, a Mandalorian is always up for a challenge. Hilal had to play this smart, as much as she wanted to wear her armor it was more of a liability on a mission like this. Even a slug like Zulo can spot a large, pink armor from a mile away. The job though required some subtlety something that her armor failed to provide. Still, that didn't mean her client didn't have to know her doubts. The Mandalorians were the embodiment of the ultimate warrior something Hilal strived to portrayed but felt that she wasn't there yet. It was a mark of professionalism and a symbol to clients that they have the best of the best on the job. Normally Hilal would be wearing her Mandalorian Armor during missions. Hilal might the flash of pink and blue that was running parallel to her up on the roof-s edge. The building ended and she looked confused? Why did they out a chasm here to block her, without thinking too hard she jumped, it was a long jump, but her Zanshi blood gave her the speed she needed and she sailed through the air with her long blue braids following behind her. She needed both hands to climb and couldnt be dropping explosives down to the lower levels. ".yeah, i probably should."Īnd she popped it back into her sling bag over her shoulder. She looked over at the thermal detonator in her hand. She could scross the bridge, then drop down the supports. Was walking along for aboutna hundred metres then a bridge crossed above it. She wanted to talk to the girl! She wasn't dressed normally, so there must be something about her right? The edges of the building ran parallel to the gantry that Hilal Vizsla There was a bridge a little further along she could criss over. She stood up and started walking along the guttering, wobbling back and forth, she was just screwing with the others, they knew she wouldn't fall really. She snapped her head round from her conversation as something caught her eye walking along the gantry across from her, it was a half dozen levels down and thirty or so metres across.no, we can't jump it!" "Urrgg!! If we dont have a ship we can't leave to go an. Coruscant was lot like Denon, only bigger but less interesting, particularly for a young girl with no money. Hex sat on the edge of the roof of an apartment building, idly rolling a thermal detonator back and forth along the edge with her had, her feet dangled down the chasm that must have descended a thousand levels below her. Hilal looked up in awe seeing the crown jewel of the Galactic Alliance which was last she heard was still recovering from the Brotherhood attack. She gazed at the massive window her hand touching it her eyes widening, the massive skyscrappers that felt like it touched the sky, the many speeders that drove through the buildings.
Shaking her head, Hilal got off the freighter ship and stepped out onto the Coruscant spaceport. Lies! The Mandalorians were true innovators and pushed what it meant to be a warrior! From jet packs, to hand-to-hand combat, Mandalorians helped revolutionize technology and combat and it had appeal to the normal people, not these freaks of nature known as the Jedi. They thought because they had the Force, that meant they were better than everyone else.
The Jedi were self-righteous zealots wearing bathrobes and were armed with rave sticks. When she was a girl, Hilal had heard many tales of the glorious battles between the Mandalorians and the Jedi. Hilal had to admit it was a bit intimidating going to the capital of not only the Galactic Alliance, but the stinking Jedi as well. She had never stepped foot into the Core Worlds having lived most of her life in the Outer Rim. Hilal had never been on Coruscant before.