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Seeing as Beedee had the ship handled, the Twi'lek's more pressing matter was the Zabrak's question. "My name is Riz'kacha, but many people just call me Riz. What is your name? Apologies for not asking earlier, it had slipped my mind." She didn't seem to acknowledge the compliment she was given...

The civilian was faced with certain death after two accidental botches, but luckily for him, a blaster bolt streaked through the air and stopped the unliving being dead in its tracks. Again, that is. Two more bolts streaked through the air, finishing the immediate threats and leaving one...

The Twi'lek watched the Zabrak closely, keeping an eye on her movements. Mostly, she was just hoping to be ready to help in case the woman collapsed or something. It had been a long time since the Twi'lek herself had been in such a tumultuous situation, but with how much the woman was throwing...

Hearing BD-9's archaic beeping over the comms, it calmed the woman down and put a smile on her face. At the very least, she seemed to be brought back to reality after her slight blunder with the crowd. By now, with her fellow Jedi's work and the droid's management of the radio systems in the...

The still recovering Twi'lek watched Nara with a hardly concealed amount of fascination on her face as she undertook her assigned activity, noting the mechanical aspects of her approach more than the words that she was saying. It wasn't as if she wasn't listening, of course, she just felt that...

Riz'kacha couldn't have said it better herself. Considering her life before joining the order was likely heading nowhere because of her less than stellar record as a bounty hunter, she was happy that she had a purpose. Even if it brought with it some uncertainty. "Like my friend said, oftentimes...

The Twi'lek Padawan followed shortly after her comrades, donning her new robes in favor of her old armor. As much as she recognized its protective qualities, it hadn't saved much of anyone in the past. Not to mention that looking at it still brought back some unpleasant memories, let alone...

The Padawan clearly didn't have any issues with Max's instruction, though she still seemed a bit hesitant about leaving the droid here alone. He was her little buddy after all, and he was probably the closest thing that she had to a close friend at this point. Worry pervaded her thoughts as she...

Riz'kacha spent the way back mostly concerned with watching out for dangers, but luckily it seemed that most of the trouble that was going to find them this trip was on its way out. Still, that didn't stop the Twi'lek's blue gaze from shifting from person to person as they walked, especially...

The Twi'lek had followed along with the various conversations until they had gotten to the surveillance room, at which point her attention was drawn to the monitors. To be honest, she was concerned about the people approaching. She could feel that something was coming, but she wasn't entirely...

Riz'kacha wasn't really a fan of Nar Shaddaa in the first place, and now that there was a disease outbreak happening she couldn't help but dislike it even more. Still, she had a duty to the people that were still healthy. Equipped with her old Power-5, a vibrosword, and with her Lightsaber...

She gave him a small laugh in return, and simply watched as the man left. Frankly, things could've gone much worse, and she was glad that they hadn't. Still though, there was something wrong. Did Beedee have ulterior motives? Was he actually working with Zukrol? Her gaze shifted to the straps on...

Riz'kacha was the last to arrive, sweat beading on her forehead and her breath coming out as labored pants; clearly, she wasn't used to this sort of thing. As she got closer to the other members of the group, she gratefully accepted the water container from Hannibal and drank from it, resting in...

Riz'kacha's face twisted into one of anger for just a moment at the Zabrak's words, before she calmed just as quickly. Emotion, yet peace. Her gaze shifted back to the woman as she continued her drunken rant, not sure exactly how to respond. She clearly wasn't in the best place in her life right...

Riz'kacha was grateful for Beedee's company, offering him a little pat on the top of his head as he climbed onto her shoulder. At the very least, she knew the little droid would stick with her for a while, and that was all she could ask of him. She had a sinking feeling that the Order might end...

As much as Riz'kacha wanted to help, the woman heaving before her wasn't making it easy. Then again, her plead for solitude was punctuated with another torrent of black fluid. Ew. Clearly, she wasn't just drinking. Alcohol didn't usually make that happen. This poor woman was probably on a whole...

She knew where this was going. She hoped that he didn't already know the answer, but considering his line of questioning and the peculiar feelings being given to her from the force, she knew that was a bit of a tall ask. Her gaze shifted to the man's hands, trying to keep track of them so she...

The Twi'lek watched her companions in training each talk as Hannibal guided the lesson forward, noting that Nara seemed much more knowledgeable of what was soon to happen. She also didn't seem very excited by the prospect of Hannibal's training, and she was probably the most ready for it. Uh oh...

Riz'kacha had been there too, of course. She kept an eye on the patrons coming and going through the cantina as she nursed her own drinks, feeling that this early in the day wasn't a great time to get shit-faced. She gave her droid (@Lavi) reassuring pats as she continued to drink and watch...

Riz'kacha stared dumbfounded for a moment at the man before her. Of all the people she expected to see, Zukrol wasn't one of them. Still, she needed to play things cool. Or as close to cool as she could get, anyways. "Oh please. Datapads were my life even when I was hunting for a living. But you...