A Padawan and A Street Rat

[Nyx]

In the streets of Mos Eisley, a crowd was gathering. All manner of species and occupations formed a circle and cheered, exchanging credits amongst each other. What was the sight they were exchanging fortunes over?

Nyx spat out blood as she held her hand to her mouth where her opponent's fist had landed. The Rhodian in question was glaring at her, his own face a mural of bruises and blood. They'd been going at each other for a while now, and they were both covered in both their own and each other's blood. Neither could remember what had started the fight, but neither cared at this point.

The nineteen year old woman launched herself at the Rhodian, letting the Force flow through her as charged, her rage radiating from her person. Her fist slammed into the Rhodian's face, his blood spraying on her tattooed arm and leather jacket. The alien went down with a crash, and Nyx raised her arms in victory.

Just a few minutes later, the scarred woman was counting her credits, and using the Rhodian as a seat.
Today was a good day.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Sometimes Morgana got annoyed by how she had to travel off-world for things the Jedi should've had on Ossus. Sometimes it was something large like the piece to a ship a master needed, other times it was something small and almost unnecessary. Something like a maintenance droid that was custom made for the Jedi's ships that, as a "task" they gave to her, Morgana was supposed to receive herself. If anything she thought it was either punishment for some of her past little mishcievous pranks and the like, or just trying to keep her out of the way of something. Even as she was improving in both her attitude and her skills with both the Force and a saberstaff they apparently still treated her like a child sometimes.​

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Tatooine itself was hot and rough, not the sort of things Nimue liked. She was dressed in gear more suited to the sandy environment, and helping her blend in more as to not attract unwanted attention. Even to a wrapped around helmet on her head that kept her long brown hair covered and hidden, not wanting to risk having sand or dust caught in it. As she made her way towards the shop to pick what she needed a crowd seemed to disperse, only problem was they were going opposite of her. She tried apologizing as they bumped into her before it became clear they weren't trying to avoid her, or just didn't care. Eventually she tripped and landed on her hands in front of a girl using a rodian for a seat. Morgana didn't notice this, however, and gave a venomous look to the crowd.​

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She dusted herself off while commenting "Jerks." ​

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[member="Nyx"]​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx finished counting the last of her newly-found credits and pocketed them with a smirk, only to have someone land in the dust in front of her.
The girl frowned, and watched her dust herself off.
Looks like the crowd had knocked her over in their disappointment at the end of her fight. The Rhodian groaned as dust blew into his eyes, and Nyx elbowed his temple, knocking him out for the count.

"Welcome to Mos Eisley." Nyx laughed as she rose as well. "Home of the worst scum this galaxy has to offer."
The street rat crossed her arms.
"What's someone like you doing at a place like this?"

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Looking over to the girl who made the comment Morgana huffed before fixing herself, only to hear her ask why she was here. "Running errands. Not the best of options to be on a sand-ball like this." She commented before looking down at the rodian she'd beaten to a near pulp. "Did you do that?" she asked pointing at him. "Why? Did he...owe you money or something?" She was only curious because she wanted to know if this girl was any sort of trouble. She was already sensing something off about her but, if there was something unjustified going on, Morgana felt the need to deal with it.​

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[member="Nyx"]​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx looked down at the Rhodian, and rubbed the back of her neck.
Why had they started fighting? Nyx couldn't really remember. Was it a comment, something he had said? Did she just not like his face?

"...I think I said something about his female relatives and what I did with them."
She said after a moment of silence and shrugged. "Something like that. I can't be expected to remember every reason for every fight I get in. I might start forgetting the important stuff."

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Her answer had given Morgana an odd expression; a grimace mixed with confusion. Did she really DO something to the rodian's female relatives or did she honestly forget what the fighting was about. Odd as it was Morgana tried not to say anything, though in her mind she commented how the girl might have taken too many hits to the head and that was why she couldn't remember. Rubbing the back of her head she only gave a low "I see..." still trying to avoid saying anything negative.​

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[member="Nyx"]​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx laughed at the girl's reaction, her scarred face lighting up.
"I like you."
She announced, and stuck out her hand in greeting.
"Name's Nyx."
As her hand stuck out, Nyx actually paid attention to her senses. The girl in front of her was a Forcie, Light by her signature. Jedi? Proably good her Master wasn't here.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Well at least she was making a friend. At least she THOUGHT she was. When the girl, [member="Nyx"] as she was named, introduced herself Morgana poked her hand out and shook the girl while saying "I'm Morgana. Forceborn." she added her last name, still trying to get used to dealing with being named that by the Jedi; something of a term for one born without parents but straight from the Force, while arguably a nicer way of saying "bastard child".​

 

[Nyx]

"Forceborn? An interesting name."
Nyx grinned at the girl.
"Don't got a last name, myself. You ask me, they're not really all that useful. Just another label."
The street rat had always felt that way about pretty much everything family-related. If it wasn't used for helping one survive, then it was completely useless.
"Tell me, why does one such as yourself have such a strange last name?"

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

In truth the response [member="Nyx"] gave was one Morgana could sympathize with. She even mumbled to herself "Yeah...labels..." When she asked why she had that name Morgana hesitated an answer. She could feel that this woman was a force user as well, but it was unclear if she was friend or foe; despite how nice she was acting. Morgana had to play it a little subtle for now. "They gave it to me. The ones who raised me." she began. "Basically it just means I am born purely of the Force. Though...I think it's just a nicer way of calling me an orphan. Or...a bastard." ​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx's face softened when she mentioned being an orphan.
"Orphan, huh? Same here. I'm a street rat, from Coruscant. Don't know my parents, don't really want to."
Born of the Force? She'd never heard of something like that, but she didn't doubt it. Force stuff weirded her out, and she found that it became stranger everyday.

Now, Nyx knew it was time to adress the bantha in the room.
"Alright, look; I know you're a Forcie, and you've probably figured out by now that I'm a Forcie. I also know you're Light, and I'm not."

She crossed her tattooed arms.
"I don't plan on attacking you just for being Light, as long as you don't attack me for being Dark. I've helped Jedi before.
"Sound good?"

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

It seemed as though there was more similar between the two than Morgana had originally thought. Though it seemed while one of the went down one path, the other took a more hardened one. Morgana only nodded before [member="Nyx"] had basically called her out as being a Jedi. She worried something was about to happen, thinking she might end up fighting her with her fists over anything else. However after hearing her say she wasn't going to Morgana relaxed and nodded.​

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"I like the sound of that." she smiled.​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx grinned at the girl's response, then frowned as she began hearing her name being uttered by patrons on the street. Great. Looks like word of her fight was spreading. And whenever that happened, she got a bunch of idiots coming after her trying to beat her in a fistfight.

"Looks like word about the Rhodian got out." She muttered. "If you don't want to get swarmed by idiots looking for a fight, come with me to the cantina to lay low."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked to the establishment. If the girl wanted to follow, she would, Nyx figured.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Morgana could sense it as well as hear it. Angry people over what [member="Nyx"] had done. Oh dear. Not good. Morgana looked around, trying to see if there was a way out, before Nyx had told her to follow into the cantina. Without much choice she did, knowing she would become involved one way or another. As Nyx said she went inside, following behind, but stayed as calm as possible to not draw attention. At least with Nyx she looked as if she was with a friend. Though given how roughed up Nyx looked that was sure to draw an eye or two. Morgana quickly put her arm over her shoulder like an old friend while walking in.​

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"Play along." she told her, now getting more into the play-acting.​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx did not acknowledge Morgana's words, simply putting a large grin on her face and laughing, also putting her arm over the girl's shoulder as they walked to the counter.
"A drink for me and my friend here!" She demanded of the bartender, who quickly obliged her. She turned to her companion.
"We should be fine in here. You would be surprised how often I get into fights because of other fights I got into."
Nyx kept her body language casual, and her voice relaxed. To anyone looking in, it would appear as if the two had known each other for years.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

Good thing [member="Nyx"] knew how to play along, or else they'd have been in deep water soon. She followed her to the bar where Nyx order them both a drink. Morgana looked ready to say how she didn't want anything alcoholic but the barkeep had already walked off. She shrugged before Nyx mentioned how often she got into fights, prompting Morgana to say "At least you're good at it. And that's just with your bare hands. Can't tell you how hard it is with just a lightsaber alone." ​

 

[Nyx]

The Dark Jedi raised an eyebrow.
"You have a lightsaber?" She shook her head. "Lucky. I've been crawling the galaxy looking for materials for one." She pointed to the scars covering half of her face.
"Lost half my damn face getting a krayt dragon pearl for a crystal."
But she shook her head of such things.
"But anyway, I see what you're saying. Fists are the best weapon there is. No one can take it from you, and few people expect it."
She smiled at Morgana.
"Tell you what: I like you. If you want, I can show you how to throw and take a punch."

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

"Just a training one." she clarified to [member="Nyx"] . "I'm not ready for a real one yet. But I will be. Soon....hopefully." She shrugged, unsure for herself. The Jedi always felt that "when the time was right" for things to progress. After she pointed at them Morgana did wince a bit, thinking on how much the scars must've hurt when they were fresh; and how they moght have still been today. And then, when Nyx offered to train her to fight, Morgana gave a little suprised look. "Me? Learn to fight like you did? she asked before thinking to herself. "I....I don't know. I don't think I'm cut out for that sort of thing." ​

 

[Nyx]

Nyx grinned at her reaction.
"You just said yourself how difficult it is fighting with just a lightsaber. Not to mention if you're ever caught without that thing and need to fight? No one will expect you to punch them."
She put her hand on Morgana's shoulder again.
"Besides, I'm not going to hurt you. Much."
The woman was never that good at sugarcoating, but she found just saying what she meant much better than just saying what others wanted to hear.

[member="Morgana Forceborn"]

 

[Morgana Forceborn]

The more she spoke the more Morgana began to realize how much [member="Nyx"] sounded like her master, Cronos, being tough but fair yet not seeming as such with his words. Better a man of action than speeches. Still she made fair enough points, and while the whole hurting her part made her squeamish she knew that no good lesson would come without taking a few punches herself. She sighed and nodded before looking to Nyx, considering her choices.​

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"Okay. I guess it'll help." she looked around and asked "So...where do we go?"​