Late to the game, but I humbly submit my Femme Fatales ...

Prymatt Kondus – Cerean Jedi
In spite of being a gifted user of the force, Prymatt Kondus always struggled to understand the people around her. She was always just a little bit odd when trying to interact with her fellow jedi, which lead her to withdraw and spend most of her time studying in the Grand Library of the Temple. It was here that she discovered the ancient writings of Beldar the Droll, who like her valued emotionless logic and a literal world view. Alas mistaking her withdraw of emotion as an attempt to hide her tendencies towards the dark side, the Jedi Council imprisoned Prymatt in the secret dungeons of the Jedi Temple locked forever in and endless slumber, never to be freed.

Slip Denal - Mon Calamari Bounty Hunter
Slip Denal’s ship floated in the asteroid field, drifting silently amongst the rocks a debris. The field hung between the first moon and the green planet below in the sweet spot between both pulls of gravity. Slip Denal waited. After a while the lights on the dash of the cockpit flared on and ahead in a flash an cruiser came out of hyperspace. Raldo Kent, smuggler extraordinaire, made his way to his secret hideout on the planet. Slip fired up her engines and rushed in surprise pursuit. Raldo had came up short with the Pikes and there was a price on his head. Slip charged her guns and let loose. Dead or alive, Raldo. Dead or alive.

Kriva Stell – Chiss Bounty Hunter, Pavalaguna – Dive Jedi, Six Ubesko – Sullustan Bounty Hunter & Dozie Rambra – Zavrak Smuggler

Kriva Stell – Chiss Bounty Hunter, Pavalaguna – Dive Jedi, Six Ubesko – Sullustan Bounty Hunter & Dozie Rambra – Zavrak Smuggler
Kriva Stell adjusted the gravity harness and floated through the ship. Her ion cannons had disabled the whole ship, and she had breached the airlock by force. Somewhere in here her quarry was hiding. A slimy little Gran who couldn’t help but pick the loser in every pod race he bet on. His bad luck was Kriva’s fortune. Or soon it would be. Soon.

Pavalaguna – Diva Jedi
A Star Wars/Fifth Element Mashup
Pavelaguna stared down the approaching battle droids. Her saber hung damaged at her side, a lucky shot from a lucky clanker. But Pavalaguna was not out of tricks. She retreated slowly drawing the droids into the clearing before her. She drew in a huge lung-full of air, quieted her mind and let loose with a scream. Backed by the power of the force the battle droids began to shake and vibrate. Discordant harmonies ripped at their bodies and with a burst they shattered under the onslaught. Gasping, Pavalaguna steadied herself and headed off into the jungle again. Hopefully this had bough her the time she needed to escape.

Six Ubesko – Sullustan Bounty Hunter
Six Ubesko leaned against the rocks and checked her rifle. Fully charged. She slung the rifle and then slinked her lean body to the top of the outcropping. She could see the speeder approaching in the distance, so she settled in quickly and pulled out the rifle. The scope drew in the open speeder, and she could see the target. He would be in the pass in a few seconds, so she shifted her target to the engine block. Three blasts fired out and the speeder slammed to a halt in the dusty ground. The driver scrambled in a panic searching the sky for his assailant. Six chuckled and slung the rifle. Now was time for the fun part. Now it was time to get her hands dirty.

Dozie Rambra – Zavrak Smuggler
Dozie Rambra was a good smuggler. She had to be. Bad smugglers ended up dying old in an imperial stockade or young at the end of blaster barrel. And a good smuggler kept moving. Gotta be careful and switch up your routes, your crew, your clients. Kept any of them too long and they would come back and bite you. And Dozie had been bit enough to learn. So she made the last drop on Navarro and now it was time to leave and never return. A smuggler’s home was the in the stars, to think otherwise was folly.

Dij Oxin - Nalroni Bounty Hunter, Pon Grevalt - Mandalorian Bounty Hunter, Jekka Peel - Socorroan Smuggler & Olivandra Otiz – Mirialan Bounty Hunter

Dij Oxin - Nalroni Bounty Hunter
Dij Oxin lounged in the booth and enjoyed her drink. Her account was full of credits and her schedule was clear. A few days of R&R before she was back on the hunt again. Dij scanned the room as was her habit and landed on a well dressed Bith. The well-heeled creature might look like a gentleman, but she recognized the scar above his left eye. Gelt Evo, low life conman and hustler, trying to disguise who he was. And the Hutts had put a bounty out for him just this morning. Dij signed and downed her drink. R& R would have to wait, the payday on Gelt was too good to pass up. “Poor Gelt,” she thought. He didn’t know the trouble that was coming.

Pon Grevalt - Mandalorian Bounty Hunter
Pon Grevalt drew her blasters and rushed into the room. Surprised guards wheeled to try bring their weapons to bear, but she ginned them down with ruthless efficiency. Mandalorian efficiency! More guards rushed in at the sound of the ruckus, but the few shots bounced off her beskar armor. Like a spinning dance of death, she weaved her way through their ranks, punching, kicking and blasting. As the final one fell, she slid to a halt and caught her breath. Nothing like a morning workout to start the day!

Jekka Peel - Socorroan Smuggler
Jekka Peel brown skin warmed in the sun. Kicked back in a folding chair at the bottom of the Skull Runner’s ramp she soaked in the rays. What else could she do? It would be two more hours until the goods arrived and L6-D10 was running maintenance on the ship. So, nothing to do but relax and plan how to spend her money. The spice that was coming would fetch a tidy sum, and even with the cut to the Black Sun, she wouldn’t need to work again for a full rotation. She dozed and dreamed of credits and life was good.

Olivandra Otiz – Mirialan Bounty Hunter
"Would you care to dance, sweetheart?" the burly Togorian asked.
Olivandra Otiz passed her squinted eyes over to the alien from beneath her broad brimmed hat. "No, thank you," she replied cooly.
The Togorian slammed his fist onto the table, spilling the drink. "You think you're too good for me, darlin'? How about you get up and dance?" he growled.
The was a rustle of skirt and a long-barreled silver blaster appeared in Olivandra's hand and pressed itself into the Togorians gut. The Mirialan whispered to the Togorian, "I said 'no.' You best take that before you’re drawing air from the wrong side of your lungs."
The Togorian whimpered and backed away. Olivandra blasted him in the knee just for good measure, and he went down screaming. A woman on the outer rim had to learn to be clever and ruthless if she wanted to survive.