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Had Hirani the ability to speak it aloud, it seemed her question might've hung in the air awhile. (Or perhaps hung in the bacta for these purposes.) Her new Jedi acquaintance came across as taken aback at first, before a moment passed and a look of something approaching understanding grew on her...

10 YEARS AGO. . . . Dawn cracked open like an egg. Ajan Kloss, as though in warning, shuddered the green feathers of her mighty trees, from which she cast birds to fleet. Breaths of wind weaved and crushed before ancient trunks and padawan's planted legs alike, flattening out along damp black...

It was then that Hir'anikorssa felt a slight tug at her cloak. Turning around to see what it was, the Twi'lek's eyes fell upon a little boy. Human. He looked to be about six years old, and had black dust smudged into his shirt, as well as into his grubby cheeks and messy brown hair. "Uhm…...

The human, whoever he was, jolted awake with a start, which, considering the circumstances, almost made Hirani jump. Thankfully she did not, though, and could save face in front of these two strangers. It took the man a second to get his bearing on things, before he could bring himself to ignore...

Hirani sensed that Izel was... not the most warm. Not by using the Force, though: just her eyeballs. "Why is it every time I go on a mission with you I end up in the coldest corners of the galaxy?" She didn't reply yet, walking up to the pile of wood she had gathered, between her comrades...

Hirani had sensed something flying at her, but lifted her—well, technically Oren's—blade to block it, but it did not arrive. Instead, the errant saber spun off to her right, into the grasp on Giran Latt, and she was thankful that he was able to see it before she did and slow it's speed enough...

Hirani tapped her boot on the ground, rhythmically. The fuss between the stranger and the Nikto had calmed down somewhat, and to her ear, they seemed to be bargaining in a more typical fashion. Then, at last: a price that they both seemed to like, moving on determining to the desired amount of...

Hirani was quite proud of the plan the sleep-deprived three had so quickly formed. Especially after those seemingly endless hours of haggling a protocol droid to haggle a Hutt to haggle his protocol droid a little bit more diplomatically. She exhaled, nodding in agreement with all that Nara...

Hirani always loved the thrill of landing on a new planet. Okay, fine, not quite always. When they had exited their ship, the Jedi had immediately been whipped with the frigid cold, and almost wished she had not come. She should have worn much more if she was sensible, but after Mygeeto, the...

"Oh, you don't want to get me started. The galaxy... I... I can't explain how..." Something was burning at the edges of her mind, and for a few moments, the Twi'lek tried to ignore it. "How..." Then she felt it in it's full form: a lone Shenbit, in the shadows. The Bonecrusher lept out of it's...

The slavers paused for a moment, considering her last-ditch effort to get them to surrender. But both the Hirani and the knight, Bilcus, could sense the unrest growing in them in the following moments, and both sensed their sudden attack before it came. As (what seemed to be) the final three...

Hirani had stared hollowly at the dark horizon, dark-purple bags lining her amber eyes, before turning inside to join Giran. She never liked the notion of negotiating with Hutts—not that she often liked anything to do with Hutts. Their proposal led pretty much nowhere, and she didn't get a wink...

Hir'anikorssa strode amidst the bustle of the dusty tech market, hood clinging to her brow, darting her eyes over the marketplace. Scanning it in her mind. Thoroughly. In this community, scavengers and vendors of all kin and creed came from the shadows to offer their tech in exchange for what...

Hirani had felt something in the Force, a dark thing, almost imperceptible until just then. Until the screams began. It grew louder, like those vulgar sounds, until it physically hurt, until she crumbled to her knees near the man she had just knocked unconscious. When she lifted her eyes, the...

[ @Fantasy Liver ] As she slipped to her knees, Drow's attack caught her completely off guard. Szu'ta! At the very last second, Hirani would completely abandon her original attack to switch into a vertical parry. Simultaneously, while still sliding forward, she would lean as far back as she...

Beads of cold sweat had formed on Hir'anikorssa's brow, as drips spilt from the tips of her lekku. She was not nervous. Rather, she had been freerunning through the jungle since well before dawn, and only just come inside to let herself recover. Her whole body was shaking—whether with exhaustion...

Drow clearly knew his Makashi: Hirani's slippery moves couldn't get him off guard, and when their sabers collided with his firm parry, Hirani slid back to the edge of the lily pad, only barely maintaining her balance. When she realized she wasn't going to fall, she said, through the Force, You...

There was someone else onboard. Hirani could see them, through one of the corridors. They just stood there, gazing out into space. Then, they bent over. Were they going to pick something up? No! They bolted, as fast as they could run, and the young Twi'lek knew she couldn't let them escape...

Hirani was swimming on the edges of consciousness. The Force burned through her head, numbing the agony into a distant aching below her ribs. Her arm throbbed with molten pin pricks, but she was too broken to know why. Everything just hurt. Everything burned, like nothing else she'd ever felt...

She had at first been stirred by a protective spirit for her new friends, but Hirani deeply respected Oren's understanding response to her questions. It made sense, after all — they needed everyone they could get — and Hirani intended on making sure Zapan could see that she was with him all the...