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Kamala was not overly impressed nor was she attracted to the male's well portioned features; physical symmetry was not immediately admired amongst Rattataki. They were a warrior race, only strength and tenacity deserved reverence and respect. Yet for now the exile held her words and judgement...

Once the cluster of arrivals had settled, Kamala studied each one of them -albeit briefly-. Such a strange congregation, but then again their host seemed equally as enigmatic and aloof; she wondered what spurred this selection of partiscipants, and exactly how much did he know about each of...

Truthfully, Kamala was unsure what to make of the current situation; an outcast, an exile on the perpetual run from those who would desire nothing more than to ensure her death. Bounty hunters. Jedi Shadows. Even other Exiles, all determined to test their strength and claim notoriety -along with...

Kamala cocked her brow at Agutha, seemingly impressed with his arrangements, "I see you are a man of many connections." Alchemy. Kamala was familiar with its concept; the Jedi feared it, believing it was something deviant and perverse. Some considered it a art, rather than a form of science...

Kamala followed closely behind Agutha. Every so often she would look back behind them, a subconscious habit, just to ensure they weren't being followed. Isolation had made Kamala paranoid, even at the best of times, she still checked to ensure their surrondings were safe. She was surprised...

Kamala waited for a moment, she waited to see if she would feel anything; guilt, shame, disgust at her own actions. But there was nothing, she felt no remorse or grief at the life she had taken, she barely even registered it through the force. Perhaps she had fallen more than she realised...

Kamala stared at her intended victim for sometime, waiting for their initial terror and fear to calm; she even caressed the side of their face in an attempt to pacify them. She spent some time contemplating her situation, the act she was about to commit. She was prepared to cross this threshold...

Kamala realised all too late the exile's intentions. Her hand shot to her throat as the air way became constricted; she gasped audibly, attempting to remain calm. Panic and fear only sped up the heart and robbed the mind of reason. Even as her feet dangled, attempting to find purchase, Kamala...

Kamala wearily internalised the exile's words, trying to piece together the puzzle of his existence. Many tragic figures had become victims to the Order's absolutism, was he yet another? The Rattataki was not one easily moved by pity, she had long since lost her compassionate heart. But still...

At first, Kamala simply stared at the drunken pair, looking unimpressed with their inebriation. She then looked at Agutha, question and bemusement in her gaze. She thought of the numerous atrocities Agutha could commit, she realised very quickly what his intentions would be. She felt no...

Agutha's sinister words caused unease in the Rattataki; she could only fathom what deviance he was concocting. Exiles were fast becoming known for their vicious methods and merciless tendencies; their fearsome reputation was growing, much like their presence in the galaxy. Nonetheless, she...

Kamala braced herself, deflecting the initial strikes with counters and blocks. Had he been able to maintain such continued sheer force, her arms would have eventually began to strain, but for now she held the advantage. Her body was rested and healthy, her senses sharp and focused. She decided...

Again, Kamala patiently listened to her fellow exile. Understandably, she was not easily won over by simple words anymore; the Jedi had at least taught her that. But Agutha had peeked her interest. The Jedi had always taught her that healing was an innate gift only bestowed through the light...

At first Kamala mistook the misshapen huddled mass as some sort of disfigured beast; truly, it was a grotesque image behold. More akin to a monster than a man. Yet some semblance of humanoid features remained somewhat recognisable. Theoretically, whoever this man was, he should have succumbed to...

Again, the Rattataki listened with tempered patience. This was proving to be an enlightening conservation. Kamala's previous encounters with Exiles had been less than pleasant; her first encounter with them had been a small scale battle out on some backwater world. They minded her of rats...

"Once upon a time..." she acknowledged, recalling to years of service to the Jedi. She had been raised since birth to be a warrior for the righteous, to fight in the name of the force and its light. Now? She wanted nothing to do with it. Closing her eyes, she listened patiently to Agutha and his...

Gazing out of the transport's viewing platform, Kamala tentatively drank in the sight before her; she wasn't quite sure what to make of the haunting vision. At first glance, the poor excuse of a ship looked little more than a decrepit husk, abandoned and left to rot. Limp and lifeless, the...

Kamala regarded him once more with an evaluative gaze. When he offered his name, she gave a curt nod as a sign of greeting. At least he seemed to humour her. Previous Exiles she had faced did not hesitate to try and take her head...but then again, that was when she was still a Jedi. Seeing as he...

To many, he would have been a daunting figure to behold, especially with his facial features obscured with the mask. Yet Kamal showed no initial fear. If anything, her expression reflected one of vexation, not just at his words but at herself as well. She made no attempt to hide her force...

Shadowed and secluded from the prying eyes of vermin, Kamala lamented yet again over her current circumstances. Four days she had been stranded on this desert planet, her prospects even poorer than when she arrived. Though the desolate sand trap was a safe haven for many, to Kamala it was an...