Xiang Liu
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2017
- Messages
- 15
- Reaction score
- 6
Panatha, homeworld of the Epicanthix species, stood nearly isolated in the Outer Rim; ravaged by roving criminals and miscreants forced to etch out a life of any meaning. The old King, losing his power and grasp of his kingdom, had lobbied for Jedi intervention; but the Jedi like the galaxy itself was fractured and licking it's wounds. Even the Jedi Exiles, who had learned of the plea from the aging King through shadowy sources, still had festering wounds themselves. Regardless, if Panatha was willing to sacrifice it's pride to ensure survival; then the Exiles would see if the old King would listen to their proposals.
"Aren't you from Panatha, Xiang," one of the other Exiles asked with a growing smirk on his face. Turning her head slightly, Xiang adjusted in her seat granting better access to the hilt attached on her belt. The trip was bad enough, dealing with two Exiles she deemed fodder; or at least experiment worthy if she ever got her lab up and running. But the audacity that one would go through great lengths to unravel her childhood made her want to feel his life energy flow from the several holes she wished to puncture in that meat suit.
"I've seen you haven't lost your stalking touch, fool. Tell me....Gero....does it still sting to know that your former Master...your Jedi Master...tried to pawn you off because she felt you unworthy," Xiang replied, flashing her own smirk. "Don't think yourself sly...I hope you didn't think you were the only one to do background work on those paired with for this mission...to my former home," she added before adjusting back to her starting position. Sooner or later, as fate or destiny or the Force allows it; she would kill Gero soon. Maybe not directly, but there were several ways to skin a Cathar.
"Do you think we'll encounter any Jedi." the petite female Togruta asked, attempting to diffuse a situation. Gero cracked his furry knuckles, slamming them against the bulkhead in response. Xiang shuddered mockingly at Gero's display of man power. "The Jedi are not our concern." Gero let out a hideous laugh that reminded Xiang of a lodged furball before he said, "The Jedi are our concern, wench." Narrowing her eyes in frustration Xiang replied, "Truly you are the epitome of fool. We are to use diplomacy to get resources so that we may survive...not hunt Jedi. Those are the orders we were given."
"Blah! Orders! Blah. If I find a Jedi I'm going to engage him or her," Gero said crackling his knuckles a second time. "I hope you do Gero....truly I do. You would make a fine throw rug for any household floor."
"Aren't you from Panatha, Xiang," one of the other Exiles asked with a growing smirk on his face. Turning her head slightly, Xiang adjusted in her seat granting better access to the hilt attached on her belt. The trip was bad enough, dealing with two Exiles she deemed fodder; or at least experiment worthy if she ever got her lab up and running. But the audacity that one would go through great lengths to unravel her childhood made her want to feel his life energy flow from the several holes she wished to puncture in that meat suit.
"I've seen you haven't lost your stalking touch, fool. Tell me....Gero....does it still sting to know that your former Master...your Jedi Master...tried to pawn you off because she felt you unworthy," Xiang replied, flashing her own smirk. "Don't think yourself sly...I hope you didn't think you were the only one to do background work on those paired with for this mission...to my former home," she added before adjusting back to her starting position. Sooner or later, as fate or destiny or the Force allows it; she would kill Gero soon. Maybe not directly, but there were several ways to skin a Cathar.
"Do you think we'll encounter any Jedi." the petite female Togruta asked, attempting to diffuse a situation. Gero cracked his furry knuckles, slamming them against the bulkhead in response. Xiang shuddered mockingly at Gero's display of man power. "The Jedi are not our concern." Gero let out a hideous laugh that reminded Xiang of a lodged furball before he said, "The Jedi are our concern, wench." Narrowing her eyes in frustration Xiang replied, "Truly you are the epitome of fool. We are to use diplomacy to get resources so that we may survive...not hunt Jedi. Those are the orders we were given."
"Blah! Orders! Blah. If I find a Jedi I'm going to engage him or her," Gero said crackling his knuckles a second time. "I hope you do Gero....truly I do. You would make a fine throw rug for any household floor."