Asai followed the white armored soldiers their plastoid armor far less protective than her own heavier durasteel set, as she entered the officers office she gazed briefly at the many trophies across the walls; both hands pulling the Mandalorian helm off of her head tucking the metal helm underneath her right arm. Her hard black eyes examining the woman whom sat before her, gazing across her well pressed uniform and nigh flawless looks; in direct contrast of Asai who's armor was scuffed and scratched in several places. Her face sporting a long scar across her left jawline, as the officer spoke she intently listened; leaning back slightly in the chair in a relaxed manner upon hearing they had a job for her. The dark red primary color of her armor clashing against the slightly dulled gold trim, the jetpack upon her back resting against the seat honestly surprised she was allowed to retain her weapons; though she could tell the female had dealt with bounty hunters before and knew credits were king amongst her kind.

"A job then? I'll need details, and there's the issue of my reward I don't come cheap."

She spoke with great confidence maintaining eye contact with the officer, despite the fact that the Imperials could simply kill her with relative ease; and escape without their consent was a nigh impossibility. The chrome finish on her Westar 34 catching a light hanging overhead inside of its leather holster, glinting with a clean and well maintained shine; seeing that she would be there for a moment Asai set her helmet down on the edge of the woman's desk awaiting a response.


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