Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
@[member="Popo"]
As when she'd come to Mando space to visit Larraq, Rave dressed like a Miraluka, opaque red veil low over her eyes. It served two purposes here.
First, her face was known. A handful of years back, in the Empire's heyday, she and Kiyala Demont had beat the clart out of each other on the Wheel. Second, it hid the bruises that came from the Dark Side, or at least her preferred path.
Show me a hot Nightsister, and I'll show you a weak Nightsister. It was an old adage, though Petra and a couple of others disguised their true forms. Rave's face was marked by occasional broken blood vessels, but was, for once, clean of forge soot.
Without guards or aide, the robed girl made her way to the portion of the Wheel where she was to meet the inimitable Popo the Hutt.
As when she'd come to Mando space to visit Larraq, Rave dressed like a Miraluka, opaque red veil low over her eyes. It served two purposes here.
First, her face was known. A handful of years back, in the Empire's heyday, she and Kiyala Demont had beat the clart out of each other on the Wheel. Second, it hid the bruises that came from the Dark Side, or at least her preferred path.
Show me a hot Nightsister, and I'll show you a weak Nightsister. It was an old adage, though Petra and a couple of others disguised their true forms. Rave's face was marked by occasional broken blood vessels, but was, for once, clean of forge soot.
Without guards or aide, the robed girl made her way to the portion of the Wheel where she was to meet the inimitable Popo the Hutt.
