Right about that time, there was a large thud as the door flew open. There, in the door way, stood a drop dead goregous brunette clothed in a pair of low cut, black pants, thin gold stripes running down the seams and low cut, deep blue peasent top and spit shined black knee boots. covering the lower half of her right arm was a twelve inch black leather wrist guard which bore the signs of the Smuggling Guild, the Rogue Jedi Order, and yes, even the Bounty Hunter's Guild, though it was half worn. Upon her left side she carried a DL-44 in a thigh holster, and a double bladed lightsaber on her right hip. Over her shoulder she carried a black duffle bag. For all intents and purposes, she could have passed right then and there as a Bounty Hunter or worse.
" Hey Kamon, nice crib." she said. It wasn't until she flashed them all one of Han Solo's famous smirks and spoke with her usual Corellian drawl that Kamon would have realized it was none other then his fiancee', Kate E. Toran.
" Sorry I'm late, traffice was a bit rough back on Corulag."
