Greenbriar
Exile
Eva Verlaine
One moment the Jedi General was watching the Cazador man threaten them, drawing hard on the strangely distant Force to bolster the shields that protected the foursome. The man toggled his trigger - then ran away laughing; some demented trickster rather than an immediate enemy. Still she could scarce have blamed Captain Sakura for hosing him down with blaster fire even had she wished to. The Revanchists had learnt much from the Mandalorian War, and no longer foolishly granted mercy after mercy to scum that would spit in their face given half a chance. These days the Revanchist Jedi still gave strangers a chance to prove themselves. Just one. No more than that. But there clearly was something strange going on here, not least the fact that she seemed to be zoning in and out of awareness now. Still, she felt she had the gist; and while she didn't like the fanged woman's words, it was true that Fercada and Captain Sasura seemed a little... younger than they ought to be. "Softly now my friend," she spoke at last, cautioning the Arkanian and quenching her blades. "There is something we don't understand here, and it's never Revan's way to strike blindly at what we do not understand."
Her eyes went to the green skinned lizard man and she smiled humourlessly. "My apologies for my colleagues. We have been at war for years now, and it makes us somewhat... short with strangers and situations we do not understand." Returning the saber hilts to her waist, she stepped closer and spread her arms to welcome the- "Argonian, yes? Please. I would appreciate your help with my wounds. Normally I would tend to them myself, but..." she gave another fractional smile, her face growing pale with blood loss. "It's been a long day - and these are dark times." Her yellow-green eyes slid to Sakura. "Let the Argonian healer help me if he is so minded. I will repay him when I can. If he kills me though, repay him in kind." Her legs weakening, she knelt to conserve her strength. She could worry about this "orientation" later.
@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Lunaria Silver @Constantin @HK Fifty @Tommygun15
One moment the Jedi General was watching the Cazador man threaten them, drawing hard on the strangely distant Force to bolster the shields that protected the foursome. The man toggled his trigger - then ran away laughing; some demented trickster rather than an immediate enemy. Still she could scarce have blamed Captain Sakura for hosing him down with blaster fire even had she wished to. The Revanchists had learnt much from the Mandalorian War, and no longer foolishly granted mercy after mercy to scum that would spit in their face given half a chance. These days the Revanchist Jedi still gave strangers a chance to prove themselves. Just one. No more than that. But there clearly was something strange going on here, not least the fact that she seemed to be zoning in and out of awareness now. Still, she felt she had the gist; and while she didn't like the fanged woman's words, it was true that Fercada and Captain Sasura seemed a little... younger than they ought to be. "Softly now my friend," she spoke at last, cautioning the Arkanian and quenching her blades. "There is something we don't understand here, and it's never Revan's way to strike blindly at what we do not understand."
Her eyes went to the green skinned lizard man and she smiled humourlessly. "My apologies for my colleagues. We have been at war for years now, and it makes us somewhat... short with strangers and situations we do not understand." Returning the saber hilts to her waist, she stepped closer and spread her arms to welcome the- "Argonian, yes? Please. I would appreciate your help with my wounds. Normally I would tend to them myself, but..." she gave another fractional smile, her face growing pale with blood loss. "It's been a long day - and these are dark times." Her yellow-green eyes slid to Sakura. "Let the Argonian healer help me if he is so minded. I will repay him when I can. If he kills me though, repay him in kind." Her legs weakening, she knelt to conserve her strength. She could worry about this "orientation" later.
@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Lunaria Silver @Constantin @HK Fifty @Tommygun15
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