Scene: "Shadows on Vhoris" The twin suns dipped low on the horizon, casting long, blood-red shadows across the dusty streets of Vhoris.. a frontier world scarred by war and whispered secrets. From the edge of town, a lone figure emerged, moving with fluid grace and a predator’s confidence. Asajj Ventress stepped off the rusty freighter, her pale skin almost glowing in the dying light, tattoos tracing dark patterns across her scalp and shoulders. Her yellow eyes scanned the rough crowd with a calm, calculating intensity. Her tight, dark clothing clung to her lithe frame, revealing just enough to hint at the strength beneath, yet she carried herself like a storm ready to break.. quiet, controlled, but undeniably dangerous. The faint sound of music and murmurs drifted from a nearby cantina, a sanctuary for smugglers, bounty hunters, and those who preferred the shadows. Ventress’s lips curved into a slight, knowing smile. Here, in the underbelly of the galaxy’s forgotten places, power was currency.. and she was here to collect.