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“Don’t make an offer you aren’t willing to follow up on,” Sarella said with a smirk. The Fallanassi could already tell that Nakoa wasn’t entirely serious, but neither did she hate the idea of relaxing and going for a dance while they were actually on Ord Mantell. The planet wasn’t much to her...

“Sounds simple enough,” Sarella said with a simple shrug of her shoulders - not seeming to have much of an opinion one way or the other. Fallanassi had their own method for tracking sentient creatures through the Current, even if the woman didn’t voice the suggestion. With a tracking fob, there...

Sarella tilted her head towards Nakoa - listening curiously as the Wrean vaguely explained his origins with the Force. His background certainly alluded to more unorthodox traditions, but the Fallanassi wasn’t going to dig too much into anything that the man didn’t readily reveal on his own. It...

“That would certainly make things more complicated. And irritating.” She said with a small huff. Sarella knew that Nakoa probably wasn’t wrong - and that really only made things more difficult in the long run. It was possible that the Hutts had purchased the knowledge and sent their target on...

Sarella pursed her lips together, but otherwise said nothing when Nakoa opted to actually pay the smuggler for his troubles. Perhaps there was something to gain from a working relationship with the man.. But the Fallanassi doubted the prospect immensely. Somehow, being thrown from a multi-story...

Sarella watched the entire exchange without a change in expression. The Fallanassi clipped the weapon back to her belt - humming to herself as the smuggler plummeted several stories over the buildings edge. For just a moment, she wondered if Nakoa had actually grown tired enough to let the man...

Sarella couldn’t help the shuddered breath that escaped from her lips - feeling the initial wave of dizziness and exhaustion that washed over her entire body. To track another sentient creature through the Force was extremely taxing, and it was only due to the close, physical proximity that...

Sarella paused for a long moment - staring back at Arla before nodding. She couldn’t help but note just how confident the Nightsister seemed to confront the beast head-on, and it momentarily was something that gave the Fallanassi pause. If it was as powerful as she claimed? Sarella would’ve...

Sarella made no attempt to press further about Dathomir. The Fallanassi had no idea who Arla actually was, or just how much the Nightsister had lost due to the invasion of the Empire. Did she really need to? The death toll on both sides was catastrophic - and it left the Nightsister’s with...

Sarella was growing rapidly impatient with the smuggler. For just a few weeks now, the Fallanassi had been working with Apex in a variety of different missions - having been recruited by Arla on Nar Shaddaa. It allowed her a steady stream of income, and fitted her lifestyle far more than any...

Sarella couldn’t deny - her own interest in Venatrix was piqued. The parallels between them were clear as day, from their unique origins to the nomadic lifestyle they chose for themselves. It allowed her to relate to Arla in ways she could with few other people in the Galaxy, and immediately...

Sarella couldn’t deny some inherent excitement for the expedition. Exploration of the Galaxy was something the Fallanassi did of her own accord - and coupled with working closely with Apex, it didn’t take much to convince her to join the Pathfinder Ship into the Unknown Regions. Despite all the...

“I do,” Sarella said after a moment passed, staring back at the woman who called herself Venatrix. Her arms crossed casually over her chest, falling away from the hunting knife that was strapped to her belt. Even if she didn’t trust the Nightsister entirely, the chances of shooting at one...

Sarella kept her eyes harshly narrowed upon Arla - watching the Nightsister and her every movement. She was horribly disadvantaged without her own bow or ranged weaponry, and the Fallanassi wasn’t convinced she could reach for her saber before Arla released the bowstring. A few moments of...

Sarella couldn’t help but narrow her eyes, suspicion intensifying as she grew closer to the lumber mill. There was no mistaking the ripples and eddies that moved across the White Current - brushing across the Fallanassi like waves of water. She heavily doubted that it was the monster she sensed...

Months had passed, and Sarella hadn’t entirely recovered from the events on Lucrazec. It was a small miracle that she had survived Hera tearing through her mind - even if its effects lingered in the bouts of memory loss and visions she was plagued with. Most of her clan-sisters on Lucrazec had...

There was a long tick of silence as Sarella considered what Hera said. By instinct, the woman resisted the idea of anyone entering he’d mind - but also knew that there was no real opportunity to relay the information in writing. She could sense the Kilik swarm getting closer, and the Fallanassi...

Long-winded as it was, Sarella couldn’t deny her general disinterest with Hera’s spiel. The Fallanassi had been Jedi once in her life, and harbored little interest in the altruistic values that the Councilor preached. While they might have been more proactive than before, there was little to...

Sarella tilted her head back, feeling the gentle breeze that rustled against her dark hood. For almost all of her life, the Fallanassi had forgone any marks of civilization and chose to dwell within the greater outdoors - finding her peace and solitude in that vast emptiness. It was their way of...

Sarella didn’t even glance back over her shoulder - eyes narrowing as she delved deeper into the maze-like cavern. It wasn’t much of a mystery where the Jedi Councilor stood ideologically, and yet the utterance of it still caused the Fallanassi’s cerulean eyes to roll back into her skull. “Then...