Giants among men

[Rohana Feyre]

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Nar Shaddaa was everything Rohana expected it to be; a cesspool of debauchery, riddled with every conceivable vice. Slavery. Smuggling. Spice. This place was hardly befitting a lady of her status. And yet, here she was, rubbing shoulders with some of the galaxy's most nefarious cretins. It was all for a good cause, or so she kept telling herself. If she could obtain her desire, then the venture was worth the (less than pleasant experience).

Already, Rohana had procured one essential component. Indeed, money had its perks. The lightsaber was less than perfect, true, and she'd rather not know to whom it previously served; at this moment in time, it didn't really matter to her. She would turn the weapon into a tool for the light. It was prevalent to her ascension into the Jedi ranks. Through her eyes, it was noteworthy pragmatism. What better way to show her readiness than having her own lightsaber?
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All she needed now was a kyber crystal, and apparently, this rat infested market was the best place to secure less than illicit items. So, with her hood drawn, Rohana waddled through the crowded streets, keeping both her eyes and essence open to discovery. From what she had read, kyber crystals gave off a certain energy, a pulse perhaps. The jewellery vendors were her first port of call; made sense, seeing as some dealt in rare minerals. With any hope, she'll recognise a kyber crystal long before they can slap an outlandish price on it.
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[Vesper T'Rahmmmmmmmmmmm]

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It had been quite a few years since Vesper had been back to her homeworld. She'd been back for nearly a day already but she still hadn't even come close to stepping foot back in her old neighborhood, or going near her old home where her father had been murdered. Telling herself it had probably been demoed already or subject to a fire had been good enough to abate the intrusive thoughts of her loss, at least for now.

Plus, that wasn't even the reason she'd come back to the Smuggler's Moon in the first place. There was something she was looking for and it wasn't really the type of thing you could pick up at the neighborhood Stop-n-Go. She'd put the word out some time ago to a few of her old friends that were still here, and finally one of them had come through. Vesper'd given up the idea that anyone or anything on Nar Shaddaa could be helpful and she was happy to have been proven wrong - even if it was just this once.

As she sauntered through the market, Vesper's eyes scanned to and fro looking for nothing in particular. She knew where she needed to go to get what she wanted, but there was no particular hurry for her to get there. As she passed a rather unassuming looking jewelry stand, the young Jedi stopped suddenly - tilting her head to the side with her face scrunching into a rather confused and worried look.

It was not fresh news that Nar Shaddaa was now a Mandalorian world, which in and of itself posed a whole slew of problems for force sensitive people like Vesper. But she was smart enough, or at least experienced enough, to know that hiding one's presence here was of the utmost importance. Clearly that sort of knowledge was not as common as she'd have assumed - Vesper felt the aura of another force sensitive near her about as clearly as one could see the sun on Tatooine. Not just any aura either, but a decidedly clean one. Sharp and bright - a Jedi's aura.

Approaching the source - a woman about her age wearing kriffing robes, no less - Vesper stopped a few bodies behind Rohana and pulled out a datapad so she looked less suspicious. You're going to get yourself killed out here broadcasting your aura like that on full blast, Vesper said, using telepathy to converse with the stranger. The words would ring in Rohana's mind for just a moment before slipping away again. I can help you find whatever or whoever it is you're looking for, but you really should get out of here before someone with more violent tendencies figures out what I did - and it only took me about five seconds.

Vesper might not have looked like a Jedi based on her clothes, but she was dressed different enough from most of the dirty and dusty people in the bazaar that it shouldn't be hard for Rohana to figure out she was the one speaking with her.

Vesper would walk over to a small table outside of one of the cafe's that lined the bazaar and take a seat. It would be up to the stranger to take her advice and Vesper hoped that she wouldn't later here they'd lost another during the next Jedi gathering.

@Pam0wl

 

[Rohana Feyre]

Rohana's head snapped up in that moment. Was she going mad? Or had she really just heard a woman's voice? Glancing about her, she scanned the sea of faces that passed her by. No one stood out immediately, but then again, this wasn't her city. It most certainly wasn't her planet either. Everyone, and everything, looked the same. Dirty, dusty and downtrodden. Nothing which Rohana could relate to; she was a noble lady, a woman of pedigree descent. Truly, she had no real business here. But Nar Shaddaa was supposedly the one place that could traffic anything, so long as someone had the right about credits. Rohana had been so intent on her searching, she hadn't even noticed how painfully obviously she had become.

Subtly wasn't exactly a virtue of hers.

Observation, however, was. Noting a nearby female's movements, Rohana followed, seeming to play on her bettering sixth sense. For a moment, she simply stood, surveying the woman and her less than impressive appearance. Still believing her hunch to be right, Rohana opted to sit and engage with the stranger.

"I am looking for something..." For now, she ignored the earlier telepathy. It was quite a surreal thing to experience, and it took some time to process. It also highlighted Rohana's lack of formal training, something with irked her deeply.

Contemplating her next spring of words, she finally decided it was best to be upfront, if not slightly guarded. "I am looking for a crystal. A particular crystal."

The lady believed herself near Jedi status, especially as she had already acquired a lightsaber. Yes, its condition was less than perfect, nor were its origins fully pure, but surely a kyber crystal would remedy all of its transgressions. Then the blade could be wielded as a weapon of righteousness; a tool for justice and duty. The sooner Rohana tracked down a crystal, the sooner she could finally wage war on the galaxy's evil.

Hopefully, this stranger would prove herself an ally in this conflict.

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