Alema Distombe
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You don't survive the arenas of Zygerria by being nice. Now get up or I'll put you down for good!
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Alema Distombe Very tall and muscular former gladiatrix slave on Zygerria, turned mercenary after she escaped.
Age: 30
Height: 7 feet tall (213cm)
Build; Very muscular

#SWRP #MVRP

MDNI ⛔️
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// It’s ok, I hope you are doing better now. If you want to talk about it, don’t hesitate :)
She chuckled, eyes wide in surprise.

“Wow, really? I didn’t take you two for such… serious types. But how did you end up doing hired jobs? Unless you’re an advanced assassin droid or you have an organic partner, droids aren’t usually taken seriously in that line of work…”
Gary: “I was on a ship when the shutdown command came in. I floated around for a few years before some scavengers took me and used me for their work.”

Bob: “I was sent to a scrapyard, but I was not destroyed. The same group found me and intended on selling me for parts. Gary reactivated me -
“From my experience, it’s not fate but your actions that get stuff done. How did you manage to not be turned into tin cans? You ran away? Blasted your way out heroically?”
She smirked, and pulled out two sawed off doubled barreled scatter guns “These babies! I like to get close and personal!”
"Oh neat, I don't get paid well honestly, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying some bantha steaks every now and then. Sooo.... what's your weapon of choice?"
“Name’s Alema. Mercenary, bounty huntress, enforcer, bodyguard and all that stuff that pays well for hired muscles.”
“From my experience, it’s not fate but your actions that get stuff done. How did you manage to not be turned into tin cans? You ran away? Blasted your way out heroically?”
Bob: “It was. Fortunately, or unfortunately, fate had other ideas.”
She raised an eyebrow, surprised by not impressed.

“Really? I thought the retirement plans for veteran battle droids was the scrapyard after you lost the war.”
“Funny how that doesn’t involve you doing a single thing. You could start a cantina brawl if you’re bored.”
“Ugh! Finally. Took long enough for things to get exciting ‘round here.”
“I did not say at the same time though. But some people might… disappear soon… one after another…” she said with an ominous grin.
“Name’s Alema. Mercenary, bounty huntress, enforcer, bodyguard and all that stuff that pays well for hired muscles.”
"Oh no man, I've been beat up enough in the past week. I'm down for like idk drinks and maybe some snacks.

Oh and my name is Chosung, bounty hunter and local idiot."
She smirked and flexed a big arm muscle.

“I do! I could teach you a few things if you want.”
She raised an eyebrow, surprised by not impressed.

“Really? I thought the retirement plans for veteran battle droids was the scrapyard after you lost the war.”
Gary: “Don’t underestimate us! We’re war veterans dammit.”
“You might have a window of opportunity for the two seconds of confusion the imperials will get when they see you.”
She smirked and flexed a big arm muscle.

“I do! I could teach you a few things if you want.”
"Bruhh you were a slave AND a gladiator? That's sad but also wow u must fight good. I can't fight well."
She chuckled.

“Well, maybe the slavers who put me in the arena must have fed me well enough then. Guess they were happy with the show I put on back then.”
“I did not say at the same time though. But some people might… disappear soon… one after another…” she said with an ominous grin.
Raises a brow.

“What? That’s the plan, huh? Take on everyone?”
She cracked her knuckles.

“A lot of EX someone you mean…”
She cracked her knuckles.

“A lot of EX someone you mean…”
A lotta someone’s now that you mention it.
“What?! You ever found someone who could beat someone up like I do?!”
She chuckled.

“Well, maybe the slavers who put me in the arena must have fed me well enough then. Guess they were happy with the show I put on back then.”
"No way that's totally fake news... No one should be over 2m tall...

okay I'm kidding, but i'm usually the tallest dude in the room. I don't know what was in that Arkanian water."
“I dunno. I’m just built different I guess. Or it’s just other people are too short.”
“What?! You ever found someone who could beat someone up like I do?!”
In my defence, you really aren’t worth what you asked for.
“Not paying me enough for my services for a start.”
“I dunno. I’m just built different I guess. Or it’s just other people are too short.”
“Not paying me enough for my services for a start.”
“You wanna have the short, or long version?”
What the hell did I ever do to you?
Knowing you, you probably had it coming.
Knowing you, you probably had it coming.
THIRTY THOUSAND CREDITS FOR ANYONE WHO CAN KILL DENGAR!

The bastard tried to shoot me.
“You might have a window of opportunity for the two seconds of confusion the imperials will get when they see you.”
Gary: “I’ve got us a job! We’re gunna hit an imperial arms depot!”

Bob: “Oh good. I was worried we’d live to see another day.”
// You mean she was normal before that? XD
// Ouchie, having a lek cut sounds painful >_<

I heard the twi’lek from the game lethal alliance struggled to communicate with her kind because of it since she could not perform lekku sign language anymore. Like a deaf person missing several fingers.
// Is that a kink, or just something our generation needs to survive modern economy? XD
Alema had been up longer, having finished her morning workout, wearing a crop top and shorts, her muscles, abs, arms and legs exposed for Madary's view.

“Hey there Maddie. Slept well?”
She smiled gently, leaned down due to her height to be at her head level, and teasingly patted Maddie's.

“I promise.” She said with a big smile.
That seemed to win Alema some points. Madary, small, quiet thing she was, was comforted by mercy, and sought nothing in death. She had spent enough time within its dark myre.

"Promise?"
She might not be special to others, but to Alema, she is. Killing that guy would only make a mess. She wants to teach him a lesson, so no other twi’lek falls prey to him.

“Look, I’ll try to talk first, and I’ll go easy on him if he doesn’t listen. Don’t want him to hurt you or anyone else again.”
She might not be special to others, but to Alema, she is. Killing that guy would only make a mess. She wants to teach him a lesson, so no other twi’lek falls prey to him.

“Look, I’ll try to talk first, and I’ll go easy on him if he doesn’t listen. Don’t want him to hurt you or anyone else again.”
She shrank in on herself even more. Now she may have just got a guy killed... She shouldn't have said anything, what was a bruise? She'd had more bruises than skin before. This was nothing. It's not like anyone should get hurt over her. She's no one special...

"... I dunno... Maybe..."
If there is one thing Alema hates, it’s people taking advantage of her kind. For some reason, few people tried to treat her like they do the others.

“Really? Is he still there? Because I want to… talk to him…” she said ominously while cracking her knuckles.
If there is one thing Alema hates, it’s people taking advantage of her kind. For some reason, few people tried to treat her like they do the others.

“Really? Is he still there? Because I want to… talk to him…” she said ominously while cracking her knuckles.
Madary froze for a second. This was the wall. She had been taught that asking for help results in nothing but a yank on her lekku.

"... There was a guy... At the club. He wanted to dance, we did, he uhm... Tried some stuff, I had issues and he hit me and left."
She frowned, finding the quick pace of her reply worrying.

"Really? Their hands must be the size of rancor claw then. Or they were more than just handsy..."

She leaned closer, and placed her hand on Maddie's shoulder gently.

"You know it's always worth it with me."