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Ninma peeked out from the coverage, their gaze falling upon the temple. Tugging on their robes, they couldn’t help but feel out of sorts with this whole affair. “That is most certainly a temple.” They stated, hand brushing over the metal casing of their lightsaber, the item still feeling odd...

Location: Nar Shaddaa Tags: (Open to anyone) Ninma had never been to Nar Shaddaa before. Perhaps that had been their first folly. Regardless, they were attempting to find employment in the medical field, and after listening to a very informative droid at the space port, they were convinced the...

Ninma reaches for their ticket, feeling it over with their digits, humming to try and steady their nerves. Easier said than done. Kotru's comments didn't...ease those worries as much as they would have liked. "I'd rather not, I've never been fishing, and I don't intend to start now. Wouldn't go...

They merely shrugged at Kotru's words. Yea, Ninma was good at something. Just...what they did wasn't often good. But enough of that depressing thought. "Well, I don't eat alot, so, should be just okay." They mused, trying to sound amusement to their voice. "I'd rather not have to fish you out...

“Like they say, never let a good crisis go to waste.” They smiled just a tad at that, but it was a hallow one. Ninma knew first hand how quickly people took advantage of medical centers. They needed to learn how to defend themselves better. Maybe..Kotru could offer help on that. Well, bit late...

Ninma was entirely lost as to what the hell was going on anymore. Sitting on the floor, they looked to the madness on display, wordlessly judging everyone around them. Especially the woman who was screaming about meadows. Setting the odd device down, Ninma began formulating their own escape out...

Ninma watched as the Quarian removed the hidden weapon, head tilting as they watched in confusion. That was a new one, even for them. They'd have to keep an eye out for that. Hands together, they listened to the Zabraks words, a bit happy to have some positive advice on this front. "We can hope...

Ninma was looking about to map out an escape, when their patient sprung back to life. As they prepared to continue treatment however, they too vanished off. Their expression went from one of relief, to one of outright disappointment, and disgust. Their shoulders dropped, head tilting to the...

Ninma nodded along, content on entertaining themselves. Taking in the ripples and auras, Ninnma kept to their entertained humming. "Well, least I'll have something to do, yea?" They smiled, fiddling with their hands. "I wish I could be a pilot, but, you know...can't see right. Probably would...

Ninma almost spoke further on the nature of Lok. About the harsh life style, the murders, the killings, gangs that one had to pay tribute to, and a great deal of other things. But, they held back. "You're not missing much." They remarked. Finding the Zabrak sitting down, they gave a look...

The stranger that arrived, seemingly decorated in the blood of someone else, was oddly welcomed when he began removing the bodies of the fallen from Ninma's patients. They felt a degree of relief, reaching into their medpac to continue treatment, when something unpredictable occurred. Ninma was...

The Zabrak seemed to doubt them, perhaps it was a bit of a stretch in his mind that a young Miraluka would be able to make it on their own, and...well, they supposed that was fair. Ninma didn't look like much, they imagined, to a Zabrak. The few that Ninma knew, were rather stout and resilient...

The topic of their parents made Ninma wobble a bit, but they simply moved to deflect away from the issue. "Just time to be my own person is all." They stated, perhaps a touch too quickly. The less they dwell on home, the better it would be. They run a hand along their sleeve, feeling the...

Ninma studied the aura, still not sure what the hell was going on there. But it was no longer her concern. Well, least she thought so. Who really knows. They sure as hell didn't. "It is actually, my parents used to tell me about all sorts of odd worlds, like Kamino, and Bestine, and...Coruscant...

Chaos had taken hold of this party, as the madness only escalated further. Ninma had nearly finished their drink, planning on a tactical retreat, when they became aware of the pile up through the crowd of bar fighters. The scent of vomit struck their nose, as their nostrils flared up. Their hand...

This man confused Ninma, to a degree they weren’t quite used to. Her expression seemed contemplative, pondering the meaning of these changes within the man. They had thought they were used to reading people, but clearly, there had been far more to their gift of sight than they understood. Their...

Ninma noticeable elongated their neck, leaning forward almost in utter confusion at what they were witnessing. Was the man lying to them? Being deceptive? What brought forth these changes akin to the coming and going of waves? Furiously, Ninma rubbing at the bridge of their nose, trying to work...

Ninma had never allowed themselves to delve deep into the Force, at least, not in the pools of Light nor Dark, simply because Lok had nothing to offer in those terms. To standing here now, among this world...they felt something pulling upon them. Almost as if an unseen hand had taken them, and...

Where in the blasts were they now? Ninma walked along the planes of this world, eyes studying the strange patterns in the sky, the ground, even in the air. The...Force was odd here. It felt all tingly, squiggly lines flowed like a breeze, and yet, they couldn't feel the flow. Was this a vacuum...

Ninma became increasingly more confused by the minute, as they watched from their seat as the scene of the party devolved into madness. There was a blur of shapes and echoes moving before them, which really didn't clear things up, as everything seemed to be merging into a mangled mess of chaos...