Kerri Aislinn
Fly Away
~ Sometime around a year before Congelo met her master ~
Elvira rushed through Fondor's dark, industrial streets holding a bag full of materials. The various parts were that which could make a good quality blaster - which Elvira would need to replace her DC-17 pistols. The fifteen year old rogue kept her hood over her young, but downright beautiful face as she raced under the lights of an old, raggedy shop in the lower levels of one of the planet's cities where she hoped she could get some help.
She knew how some weapons worked. As a Jedi youngling she had constructed her own training lightsaber at the age of six. However, when she had left the Order the lightsaber stayed with them. But lightsabers were very different from lightsabers, putting one together the way she had put together her lightsaber would be no good at all... That's why she needed assistance.
She pulled the ripped up curtains to a Black Market shop aside and stepped into the light of the shop which was in quite the crappy condition. Her purple eyes almost glowed as she walked up to a table where an old hag of a woman was counting some gold. The woman was hunched over, like a starving homeless person. She was that was, until Elvira spoke up.
"Hello", she asked shyly, "Do you know of anybody who could help build a good quality lightsa- b- Ah! - blaster?"
@[member="Noah Corek"]