Rain bombarded the hood of her brown cloak, a hood pulled over a new set of armor that matched it. She looked fairly Jedi-like, except for her gray half-mask. A plain, dull gray, void of any features or markings. Even the eye holes were covered by a matching gray-stained material, to hide her unnatural yellow irises and to perhaps make a statement.
Of course, the mask was obscured by the darkness of night and the shadow of the hood. One needed to get close to see it clearly. In her hand was her purified lightsaber, humming as it's white light bathed the ground beneath her left side.
She had her signature in the Force smothered, but her emotions were not. It'd not be impossible to note that her mood was not great. Whenever she walked certain streets at night on Nar Shaddaa, she was forced to relive haunts. Some that caused her hands to shake violently against her will. The Force around her screamed of pain, of sadness but also of anger.
A large bang rang in the distance and men and women ran from it, panicked. Many ran past the Rain, barely noting that she was standing still like a statue even though they were in an alleyway that wasn't exactly spacious, one of the many unsavory ones with no cameras. Five men were following behind the crowd, laughing. They all had blasters out, one had his vibroblade out too. The one at the front fired his blaster into the air and then aimed it at the Rain.
"What a kriffing weirdo," he said. One of the men behind him spoke up, "Umm boss, that's one of them lightsaber weirdos."
