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Takai nodded. What else could she say. She understood the Veeka-Rancor analogy, though she had a hard time picturing herself as anything but the Rancor already. A bigger Rancor then. "I will try." She said hesitantly as she closed her eyes and tried to focus. She stood there for what seemed...

Renfry seemed uncertain of whether she actually believed that her Shadow and the Manda were one and the same. Takai supposed that was fair, far be it for her to make such distinctions. "I think so. Sometimes when i fight.. It feels as if I am being guided by the ancestors. A gentle nudge here...

Takai listened with intent. She had to know more before she could truly make her decision. All of Renfry's answers only brought more questions though. It was a weapon, but more. Takai could see that, extinguishing flame was the function of a tool, not a weapon. Of course it seemed much more...

Of course she could have done it with a blaster. But Renfry had a point and she knew it. This woman had power that ordinary people didn't. She carried no blaster, she didn't need it. She was a weapon. A weapon that was clearly enjoying herself. She didn't hide the satisfactory smirks or smug...

He was fast. The kid was damn fast. Takai knew she wasn't slow by any measure, considered herself rather fast. But he just ducked to the side and struck her before her hand was halfway back from the jab. She winced in pain as his blow caught her in the ribs, but instead of pulling away from...

Takai watched with a fair amount of doubt as Renfry examined the lock. So far she had mixed opinions of the tattooed woman. She was nice enough, hadn't been following her for any ominous reasons other than to tell Takai that she was wreathed in some magic shadow. And then she shot the lock...

Takai had to admit she was a little surprised when the Mandalorian across from her at the bar took off her helmet. She knew that all Mandalorians didn't follow The Way so hardline like she used to, and she supposed that now she was one such lax practitioners. It was still surprising however. She...

Shaking her head, Takai knew the sorcerer wouldn't understand. Mandalorians prided themselves on their bravery and skill, surely using magic to defeat one's opponents was cowardice. Right? Following the woman outside, the woman who Takai realized she would have to stop thinking of her as "the...

Junkfort Station was more of a stopover than anything else. Still the market there was stocked full of all sorts of goodies, legal and otherwise, and after a revealing but also disappointing stop at another market coreward, Takai was eager to find what she was looking for. She had wandered the...

Okay so maybe they were a religion. Takai couldn't not notice the smug expression on the woman whose name she did not yet know as she spoke. But they weren't some sect of sorcery wielding weirdos. Just Blaster wielding weirdos who never took off their armor. "Well... No. Not exactly." There...

"I'm not here to kill anyone." She said defensively as the woman looked at her weapons. "But I also refuse to be anyone's prey. Weapons are integral to my people, a necessary part of our religion." Definitely not selling the whole "not a cult" thing. "We fought the Jedi because... well... " She...

Takai only nodded when Preef said that the Mandalorian was hers. Of course he was. They spent the rest of the time in silence during which Takai cleared her mind, silencing her doubts and renewing her resolve to the job at hand. When the storm resolved she was ready. Though the wind still...

The Force? She had heard of it before. It was always associated with one thing. "What are you, some kinda Jedi?" She asked, watching him warily as he evaluated her once again, this time without leering eyes. Stopping her slow walk to the speeder, Takai cocked her head at the kid. He wanted to...

The woman looked confused once again. Especially at the mention of her trying to kill Takai. "I mean you were following me. Sword," Pointing to the weapon sheathed at her side. Was she being paranoid? "Maybe I'm a bit paranoid. Part of the whole 'manda' thing maybe." Am I being paranoid. She...

Takai had to wonder just how long he had been standing there. He didn't try hide the way he was looking at her which made Takai burn with anger, and shame. It was hard enough that people saw her face, and now this. "Ha Ha." She mock laughed at his line. "A rare sight. I might have to knock it...

Continuing her series of strikes, Takai once again felt she was on the verge of breaking through whatever barrier stood between her and the battle spirit. And then she felt it. Not exactly what she was expecting, but something was there. A presence. Not some spiritual presence within her though...

Adrenaline pumped through Takai as she came out of the swoop-de-loop. She knew she wasn't safe. She could feel the pressure bearing down on her back in the back of her mind, an itch between the shoulder blades like they were just waiting to take a blaster bolt. Her blaster hand rushed down to...

There she went on about sects again, like the Mandalorians were some Jedi cult. I mean technically they were in some ways a religious order. A creed. But they weren't some cult of magic sorcerers. "You've never heard of a Mandalorian? What kinda backwater are you from?" Takai asked...

"I don't know what I am? I know exactly what I am." Takai huffed, anger in her voice. Sure she didn't have her armor, it had been stripped from her along with her identity. Sure, she had been asking herself all sorts of weird questions lately. But that didn't change the fact that she was who she...

Great. What the kriff am i gonna do with a rug. Was all Takai could think before the cult-accuser waved her hand and magicked all the problems away. All the problems except 250 credits. And now she wouldn't even get a rug. Whatever she had done though, it made her mind prickle in uncomfortable...