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She moved with purpose, striding through the collection of shelves and bays that made up the tiny repair store. Her hands reached out to grab various things of import. Moving with more certainty and urgency than she had for years. Everything else was left behind, save that one package in the...

They walked from the booth, hand in hand, with Nara letting him lead. There wasn't any rush of love or passion, just the feeling that things felt better already. That there was a way forward, a positive. A smile on her lips, for the first time in years. She probably had cracks in her face...

She had always hated crying. It was useless, stupid, it got nothing done... it used to enrage her that she could feel like that. Another reminder of failure, as if she needed more. She blinked away more as she felt Rynn's hand on her cheek. Just a simple gesture, but it felt like so much more...

The way that Rynn hid himself behind the helmet made her pause. A hint of pity, that he felt the need to hide himself. Her gaze softened , whilst she wondered if she'd been too harsh. It wasn't as if she hadn't made poor decisions, though none of them had involved working with the Sith. The...

Nara expected some tale of restoring lost honour. Bounty hunting, or rebuilding somewhere in the Outer Rim. What little she knew of the Mandalorian people was mostly from him, years and years ago. Aside from the scraps of information and briefing from the Jedi Archives and what Rynn had...

Her eyes widened as he returned her touch. Even through the long, heavy cloak of the years that had passed, it felt like she was eighteen again. Before she knew it, he was leading her again, weaving through the club's patrons and drinkers, off to a private booth. It didn't matter that they...

Nara... Nara... Nara... The name echoed in her ears, like it wasn't her own. It had been so long since someone else had used it that she'd started to believe it wasn't hers at all. Some remnant of a bad dream, filled with disappointment and regrets. The Mandalorian's words worked into her...

The Zapping Zel wasn't one of her usual haunts, but Juniper was trying to broaden her horizons lately. You could only drink yourself stupid in so many bars in the Corellian Sector before people started to get a little rude. It wasn't just a drink she was after either. No, since that chance...

For a few tense seconds, Juniper felt like it might happen. She waited for that familiar, cold tug inside whenever someone drew heavily on the Dark Side. She waited for the snap-hiss of a lightsaber. She waited for the Kel Dor to lunge, or dive, or reach for a weapon. For an instant, the air...

For all their denials, they sure spoke like a Sith. They smelt like a Sith. That made the newcomer, in no uncertain terms, a Sith. Added to the pile was a condescending attitude and a preference towards terrible nicknames. Cold, hard and beautiful disdain settled into Juniper's body...

A mess of questions ran through her head as she took a couple of short breaths, preparing for the attack that was certain to come. Waiting for the blaster fire that was sure to pepper the bar above her, sloshing glass and plasteel and all kinds of rotgut booze down on her. But it never came...

The thugs might've said something. They might've made demands. Juniper didn't hear them, half-sloshed and definitely on the wrong side of a bottle. There was something painfully clarifying about the sound of blaster fire and the presence of real weapons, though. Reality poured like a cold...

OOC: Just trying to get back into the feel of things, jump in! [/center] The cantina buzzed with life. The kind of life you got in Nar Shaddaa at two thirty in the morning, but a kind of life nonetheless. Quiet discussions over robbery targets. A high-stakes game of pazaak in one of the...

Curious. A man who spoke bullcrap like the Jedi, but wasn't a Jedi? Nara was a little torn. On the one hand, aside from a liking of ponderous ruminations on the Force, this Cayde didn't seem all that dangerous. Then again, she was always suspicious of anyone new that got themselves involved...

Nara was heading to the doorway when she was waylaid by someone. Normally, older men spouting nonsense would get a scowl at best, or a punch at worst. For whatever it was worth, though, he was spouting Jedi nonsense. She gave him a sharp look and shook her head. "You try finding balance...

".... it's been like, years since you found me on Krownest, and I don't even know if this message will get to you..." the crackly recording told her. Displayed there, in a fuzzy hologram, was one Padawan Finla Yallen, a Pantoran girl that Nara had once rescued. "... need some help... not from...

As Ali lead the way, Nara noted how she referred to 'Lord' Raxx. Kly. A very familiar relationship. Maybe it was just a teasing nickname between friends. Maybe it was more. Whatever, none of her business really. So long as this didn't get into any messy drama, the two of them could do...

Lord Raxx took his leave, which made Nara feel a little more comfortable. The last thing she needed was a soldier sniffing over her shoulder, questioning everything she did. Hopefully the results would become clear sooner rather than later. No doubt Ali would be much more effective in his...

Nara watched as the lieutenant took the piss a little bit, which was endearing. What was less endearing was his total lack of imagination when it came to names. She scowled slightly, turning a little towards Izel. "The cop is not allowed to name things, agreed?" she stated, rolling her eyes...

Nara listened in to Izel's thoughts, agreeing silently that Rattatak was a pit-stop. The two worlds that she mentioned were probably their best bet. She knew a little about Endor, namely from things that other Jedi had mentioned back in the Order, though Ellora was new to her. "Could be...