DividesByZer0
A cunning linguist
“They are the ones? You speak so plainly as if you don’t even understand the gravity of what I’m telling you. These people aren’t the type you can look up in a holonet and visit. It’s a shadow government that makes money off the war economy selling weapons and supplies to each side. Media mavens moving the marionette strings of society; Imperial, republic it makes no difference they are two sides of the same coin.” She stood up and dusted herself off.
“Darth Vader’s lightsaber crystal? You must be joking…” She droned. How can someone be so strong and so...gullible? “You must have been tricked, because this crystal is impure trash.” Aided by the force she crushed it into fine powder in the palm of her hands with. She had never met a Jedi so full of himself, but he did have potential to make a good Sith.
She sighed. She didn’t want to stick around much longer and those troopers were looking to arrest the two criminals she decided it would be best to make an exit, only to be deterred by yet another lightsaber happy Jedi seeking to prove himself or something.
“What is this a two for one deal?” She sighed, lamenting her bad luck and the dregs that came with being in the bowels of Nar Shaddaa.
“Sorry I was raised not to talk to strangers.” She said with a girlish laugh. “There’s too much testosterone here for me, so if you’ll excuse me.” She makes for the door with a swift walk.
“Darth Vader’s lightsaber crystal? You must be joking…” She droned. How can someone be so strong and so...gullible? “You must have been tricked, because this crystal is impure trash.” Aided by the force she crushed it into fine powder in the palm of her hands with. She had never met a Jedi so full of himself, but he did have potential to make a good Sith.
She sighed. She didn’t want to stick around much longer and those troopers were looking to arrest the two criminals she decided it would be best to make an exit, only to be deterred by yet another lightsaber happy Jedi seeking to prove himself or something.
“What is this a two for one deal?” She sighed, lamenting her bad luck and the dregs that came with being in the bowels of Nar Shaddaa.
“Sorry I was raised not to talk to strangers.” She said with a girlish laugh. “There’s too much testosterone here for me, so if you’ll excuse me.” She makes for the door with a swift walk.