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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Lok

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Sable let out a soft exhale as she eased Vendra down behind cover, the tension still coiled in her limbs like a blade waiting to strike again. She didn't say anything at first—just swept the area with her eyes, alert even while crouched beside her wounded companion.

At Vendra's breathy remark, Sable tilted her head, her voice dry as cracked stone. "Good. You die on my watch, and I'd have to spend the next week lying to everyone about how heroic it was."

The overconfident grin got a faint flicker of amusement out of her. Not a smile, but close—just a shift in her posture, a brief pause in the usual sharp-edged composure.

When Vendra gave the order to her squad, Sable listened without interrupting. Watching the mercs move off, she nodded slightly, content that things were at least moving along. Vendra wasn't just standing out of spite—she was still thinking like a commander.

Then came the pat on her back. Sable arched a brow at the gesture, glancing down at her like she wasn't sure whether to be amused or mildly offended.

"You must not be paying attention, I don’t eat your rations," She said, half-muttered. "I know better after what you told me."

But her eyes followed Vendra's gaze. Saw the rubble. The spot where a man had been, not long ago. She caught the faint movement of Vendra's lips—saw the shadow pass through her expression even if no sound followed it.

Sable didn't press it.

Instead, she lowered herself beside her, shoulder brushing Vendra's as they both sat in the grit and ash of another job gone sideways.

"We'll drink for him later," She said quietly, eyes still on the road ahead. "And if you remember his name, I'll make sure someone else does too."

Then she leaned forward slightly, checking the charge on her weapon and resetting the safety. "But first, we make it out of here. You good to walk if we need to move fast?"

She didn't ask because she doubted her—she asked because she needed to know who she was carrying out of here, one way or another.

 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
Their banter went from light and playful to that moment where Sable saw what Vendra saw, where her thoughts could touch on what she thought. "Mac..." She offered the name like a betrayed secret. "I knew him longer than anyone else here, at least anyone still alive..." Memories flashed. Past missions, private conversations, highlights, lowlights.

She wished she remembered more. Listened more. Talked more. It isn't until a relationship ends that you start to realize what it all meant. This was a friendship, though unspoken, a rare form of comradery that formed from time spent together facing death again and again. "You don't expect it... You watch each other survive hell's odds and worse, you expect that bitter end to be something... Less unspectacular? It karkin' sucks." There was bitterness in her voice.

More blaster fire erupted from near Sal's. She just sat there and listened, perhaps long enough to make Sable wonder if she had heard that last question.

"Yeah... I can walk." Vendra used the wall to help her rise to her feet and stood on her two legs. They were shaky, but she felt stable. "Let's go." She looked back to that position once more, and for a second she saw Mac staring back. A fading visage. His soul joined the smoke. Lok... She wanted to die here. Not now, but someday.

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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Lok

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Sable didn't say anything right away.

She just listened, letting the name settle—Mac. A simple name, and she had no idea what the hell it meant. But it seemed to bother Vendra quite a bit. Sable understood it for what it was.

Betrayal, a sensation she knew all too well.

Her gaze stayed forward, watching the smoke twist in the distance, eyes tracking the heat shimmer rising off the rooftops. "Yeah," She murmured finally, low and even. "It always sucks worse when it's someone you thought would outlive you."

There was no pity in her tone—just quiet acknowledgment. Respect.

When Vendra stood, Sable rose with her, slipping her blaster into its holster and adjusting her rifle strap across her back. She gave Vendra a quick once-over—checking posture, gait, the subtle way her weight shifted—then nodded in approval. Shaky, but moving. That would have to do.

At the sight of Vendra's pause, her glance back toward where Mac had died, Sable didn't intrude on the moment. But she did reach out, just briefly, placing a firm hand on Vendra's shoulder—not to steady her, but to remind her she wasn't alone.

"You should probably sit down.” She said softly, just for her to hear, "You won’t do much good as is."

Then, stepping forward, Sable's tone hardened again—cool, tactical, ready.

"Just stay here. I’ll finish this before the rest of your people get themselves killed."

 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
Ven clenched her fist. She wanted to kill more of them. Somehow it would serve to remind others what happens when you cross her. Though she was willing to bury those feelings, at least long enough to let Sable go.

"Save Sal and make sure he understands I intend to collect after I rid him of his pirate problem." A job's a job and she wasn't willing to let him weasel out of their deal, attack or not attack he had the credits to pay and they belonged to her.

After she exhausted those words, Vendra took a seat at the Cantina entrance and just watched. Waited. Allowed herself to rest a bit. She looked up and saw one of their bombers overhead. Not to deliver ordinance, in the direction of what seemed to be the enemy's ship. It was good to see orders were still being given above. The Apologies wasn't useless even if it couldn't fight on the ground with them.

"Don't you die either," she whispered the words as Sable joined the fray.

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Sable Varro

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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

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  • Primary Target Zone: Lok

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Sable turned just enough to catch Vendra's words, a slight glance over her shoulder as she moved—nothing more, but enough to let her know they'd been heard.

"Don’t act concerned," She muttered back with a faint smirk in her voice, dry and sharp, the way soldiers used gallows humor to keep moving. But there was something else layered under it—something quieter, almost sincere. "It’s only."

She darted off with purpose, navigating the uneven terrain and rubble-strewn alleyways like it was second nature. The chaos ahead was easy to follow, blaster fire cracked through the air in frantic rhythm, and the haze of smoke marked where Sal was likely pinned down.

Sable’s movements were hampered by her injuries, the leg did her no favors needless to say. She broke cover only when she had the shot, and when she did, enemies fell fast. Her approach wasn't reckless, frankly she couldn’t afford otherwise.

As she moved, her thoughts remained sharp, calculating, but Vendra's voice still lingered in her head. Save Sal. Get the credits. Don't die. Simple orders. Easy to focus on. The kind that made things feel manageable again.

Her leg was throbbing, the pain returning now as she began to put weight on it. She could ignore it for now.

Whatever came next, she wasn’t thinking about the payday. She just felt drawn to the new task she had been given.

And if anyone stood in the way of that?

They wouldn't stand for long.

She inched up, her pace slowing to a crawl as her leg began to hamper her efforts. However, as she began to drop her targets, she offset the pain with the thrill of adrenaline in her system.

There was a high in it; a rush that hit just behind her eyes, sharp and electric. As each body dropped, her pulse surged, not with fear, but with something worse. Satisfaction. Power. The world snapped into focus, crisp and vivid, as if killing sharpened her senses. It was ugly. It was beautiful. And it was addicting.

But the worst part?

She was starting to like it.

 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
The situation at Sal's den was a classic stand-off. The fixer and his goons held up their rather fortified position using windows, doorways, and a rooftop for cover. Vendra's mercenaries supported their flanks, and in tandem, one group would provide suppressive fire while the other fired well-placed shots to take down anyone still exposed by the chaos. A simple but effective tactic, as old as projectile weapons itself.

Sable was the crux. The hammer to the chisel. Her intervention took advantage of every weakness. The enemy was spread out and caught between a rock and a hard place. If they focused on Sable, they would expose themselves and get shot at from their flanks. If they focused on the gunners, then Sable would have every opportunity to close the gap and cut them down. It didn't take long for their situation to shatter in every conceivable way.

Panic. Panic was and always has been the greatest weapon on the battlefield. A confused and alarmed enemy did not follow orders, they did not keep on keeping on. They scattered, they fled, they betrayed and exposed their own comrades in a bid for survival. Each individual focused only on their own escape. Wholly unaware of what that distant explosion meant. There was no way off this rock, not without fighting, stealing, or begging for it.

Another dust brawl turned massacre. A scratch in the surface of Lok and its longstanding, violent history.

From her vantage point, Vendra just listened. Her eyes were closed and she felt the warm breeze turn cool as daylight dwindled. The sulfur lingered, as did the smell of burnt flesh and fresh blood. Then there was a tap on her shoulder. She looked over to see a young woman with a drink in her hand. A drink for her. Ven took it. A smile mixed with a frown.

Her gaze flicked back onto the strawberry sky streaked with green. "Here's to you, Mac."

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Sable Varro

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Sable Varro
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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

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  • Primary Target Zone: Lok

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Sable emerged from the dust, blood-spattered and smoke-singed, the last traces of the skirmish still echoing in the sharp crack of blaster-fire and the occasional scream from a wounded raider. She didn't look back at the bodies. There was no point. What mattered now was that the job was done, the stronghold held, and Sal was still breathing, barely, but breathing.

She slowed only once the shooting had fully stopped, boots crunching softly on gravel as the silence settled in. The adrenaline ebbed. The weight of what had happened—the lives taken, the lives lost—settled on her like the ash in the air.

Sable came down from it slowly—the rush, the fire in her veins, the sharp edges of instinct that had taken over the moment the first shot rang out. Her hands were still trembling faintly, not from fear, but from the brutal high of it all. She'd moved like a storm through the chaos. Now, in the quiet aftermath, the weight of what she'd done pressed in. The smoke, the bodies, the smell of scorched blood; it clung to her skin like a second layer.

She barely remembered how she made it back to the Cantina. Her boots felt heavier with every step, the heat of the fight slowly bleeding into a bone-deep weariness.

When she spotted Vendra sitting there, drink in hand and gaze fixed on some distant point in the sky, Sable slowed. There was something heavy in the air around her, something solemn. She didn't ask what it was. Didn't need to. Some things weren't meant to be spoken right away.

Sable eased down onto a piece of rubble nearby, resting her elbows on her knees, head bowed for a moment as she breathed through the last of that bloodlust. The silence between them wasn't awkward—it was grounding.

"I don’t…really remember any of what just happened," She muttered finally, voice low and a little rough. "I have to be really tired or something."

She didn't look up right away. Just stared at her hands. Still stained red. Or were they?

She was having trouble telling, frankly. Though to Venny, the gauntlets would have some minor carbon scoring, but otherwise seemed fine. Though it didn’t keep Sable from staring at them.

"I'll be fine," she added after a beat, though it sounded more like a question than an answer. "Just… needed a minute."
 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
Ven looked at Sable not with concern, but with familiarity, an unspoken bond now formed between them. "You were a weapon." She said it bluntly. "That switch in your head flicked from one direction to the other." It was an experience Ven knew just as well as any. The bond shared only between fighters and killers. It didn't matter if you were a protector or a life stealer, blood-stained hands made no distinction.

"You'll feel better when the switch goes back in the other direction..." She said with some measure of uncertainty. "I think everyone handles it differently."

For Ven it was part of the job, the pace of mercenary life out here in the Outer Rim. Killing, and loss of life, it was all part of the journey. Was it worth it to have credits in your blood-stained palm? Probably. It meant a full stomach, one more day where nothing else but sentient violence would threaten you. The cost to avoid living in the Core, or anywhere one might drown under rules and dogma.

Ven offered her drink to Sable. Half-empty or half-full depending on how you looked at it. Tasted as bitter as Lok itself either way.

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Sable Varro

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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

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Sable looked at her for a long moment—like the words had hit something deeper than intended. "You are a weapon." It echoed in her head in a way she didn't like. Not because it was wrong, but because it was too right. It was why she was here. To refine herself.

She didn't take the drink at first. Just sat with the weight of that sentence, staring past it like she was trying to find a version of herself that didn't match what Ven had seen.

"A switch…" she said quietly, rubbing the heel of her hand against the back of her neck, "I’m just tired, that’s all. I didn’t sleep much on your ship. That’s all it is."

There was a beat of silence before she finally reached for the drink, fingers brushing Ven's as she took it. She didn't drink right away, just turned the cup slightly in her grip, watching the bitter liquid slosh at the edge.

"I’m already fine, we made it. That’s all." Her voice was low, not defensive—just honest. "I'm just, really used to this sort of thing. It’s familiar, I don’t really linger on it anymore.” She tilted her head toward the street they'd just left behind, as she tries to recall where exactly she was. "This is…Tatooine? I can’t remember."

She took the cup, and started at it. It took a moment as she worked through the reluctance, her hand moving to remove the front of her mask. A hiss followed as bits of her ashen white hair tumbled down. Crimson eyes with heavy bags under them welcomed the world for a moment, before she hides behind the cup of liquor given to her.

Then, with a dry half-smile, she added, trying to be humorous. "Are you going to charge me for this?”

She handed the cup back to Ven, a flicker of her usual sardonic humor slipping through the cracks. "I’m am going to hope that your next job doesn’t involve me being shot at, again."
 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
Ah. Those familiar words cut right to the heart of it. Lack of rest, a familiar line of reasoning to explain just about anything from mistakes to unfocused thoughts or even forgetfulness. It had to have been true at least sometimes, but today was not one of those days. A tired woman did not just sow death into the dust.

"Lok," Ven answered but did not prod at Sable's confusion.

As soon as she began to remove her helmet, the Mirialan watched with both curiosity and concern. In every possible meaning of the phrase: Vendra did not expect what she saw. The technical advantages tossed aside, Ven believed she saw the mask for what it was. "A wall." She said it aloud, not even realizing she had done so. Perhaps nonsense outside the context of her own thoughts.

There was a smile as Sable drank from the cup. A frown when she quipped. Ven set the drink aside as soon as it was offered back and placed her hand on Sable's knee. The force drew itself around her fingers as she squeezed. Not to hurt, but to remind her of the woman beneath that armor. The nerves and the tissue.

Vendra chose to ignore the jokes and rewound to the bitterness. "You can't fool me the same way you do yourself, Sable."

"You have to accept it." She looked out to the aftermath, even as the occasional stray blaster fired in the distance. "You did this. I did this. They did this... We did this. You don't run from it, you can't hide it. The Force already knows. You do, too." It wasn't exactly the sort of conversation she was used to having, but some part of it felt refreshing for a change.

Then there was a moment of silence as Ven brought thoughts to her tongue. "If some part of you feels broken inside, then feel it all the way through. Trust me. Even when it feels like everything inside you is melting, you're still alive. You survive it. It becomes easier. You just have to let go of that impulse, that need to try and define or deny yourself. You live and you think, or you don't."

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Sable Varro

A Vessel for Violence
Sable Varro
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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

Deployment Location:

  • Primary Target Zone: Lok

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Sable didn't flinch when Ven's hand touched her knee, but there was something in her posture that stiffened, like she wasn't used to being seen—not in this sense. Not in the kind of way that stripped away armor, gear, and all the practiced grit. Her eyes stayed down for a beat longer than necessary, watching the place Ven's fingers pressed, Force curling like heat just beneath skin. A reminder, indeed.

Her voice came quieter this time, stripped of sarcasm or deflection. "I accept what I do…I’m good at it. But, I kill with a purpose. I don’t just…kill for the thrill of it. That’s just, nonsensical."

It was a lie of course. But worse than that. It was a betrayal of her very lineage. But also, the truth.

She looked up finally, gaze meeting Ven's, something raw and unsettled just beneath the surface. "So if I stop trying to accept it, then what's left of me that isn't a weapon?"

The words hung there for a moment, heavy between them, before she pulled in a shallow breath and shifted slightly on the step. Her hand lifted, slow and tentative, brushing along the edge of her helmet now resting beside her.

"I wear this because it keeps people from seeing my face. With it, I can just be a monster wrapped in synthweave, pretending to be a person. It’s harder to scare people when they think you’re pretty.”

There was a pause, then the faintest breath of a laugh—sad, hollow. "And now here I am…having thrown away all my mystery and secrecy, in an attempt to feign socializing. Quite a bargain."

The Echani tilted her head, watching the orange hues fading across the Lok horizon. "Feels like I should say something profound. But words have never been my strong suit."

Her shoulder bumped lightly into Ven's, a gesture with no pretense behind it. Just real. "I would like to fight you sometime, when you’re healed. That’s a compliment from my people."
 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
Vendra didn't speak, she didn't try to interrupt. At first, it was because words just simply didn't come, but then as soon as they were about to she kept her mouth shut. Something told her to wait, to just listen, let Sable have her piece.

When the latter's shoulder bumped into Ven's, she used the grip on her knee to pull Sable closer. To turn that lean into a collapse against Vendra's side. "Fight me?" She chuckled at the idea. "It's been a while since I've sparred with anyone." The Dark Jedi knew very little of Echani ways. Cultural exchange was not the usual education given to an isolated zealot turned backwater mercenary.

She then thought back to Sable's earlier words, to the point she wanted to answer but chose not to interrupt. "You don't need an answer to everything, you know. You're allowed to be a blank canvas. A lot of people change... sometimes in drastic ways, not always with understanding--their own or others. Sometimes that change is rapid-fire, quick, and severe enough that you see it like staring at a stranger in the mirror. Other times it's slow and subtle enough that it takes a while to see..."

Vendra was reminded of her own past. She once believed she would become a Seer, that she like her parents would live forever in that village. On that world, detached from the galaxy at large. It didn't happen, and it was far from the most significant transformation a person could take, but it was the touchstone she had in that moment. A feeling to draw on, to feed her thoughts and bring meaning to the words carried on her voice.

She glanced from the sky back to Sable. Almost as surprised to see her face as she was the first time. "Be ugly, be sad, be seen... Kill when you need to kill, run when you need to run. Eat the slop I serve you when you're starving. Life sucks, Sable, but it's life. Sooner or later we'll find an answer that satisfies us even if it's not the one we're looking for."

"Really. If you don't eat it the others will start to think there's something wrong with what I feed them." She said with a stupid grin.

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Sable Varro

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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

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Sable didn't resist the pull—didn't even pretend to. That lean became a soft collapse, shoulders sagging, breath easing out in one long sigh as her weight settled into Vendra's side. It was the first time in a long while she'd let herself be held like that, without flinching. There was no armor between them, no mask. Sable felt a mix of unnatural discomfort, and a sense of familiarity. Her first instinct was to try and out Benny into a hold, thinking this was some sort of opening for an attack-but the stiffness of her shoulders and fresh surge of pain in her leg reminded her otherwise.

"You know," She murmured after a moment, voice low and rasped with dust, "it seems like you spent a good bit of time on philosophy, for a random mercenary."

Her hand idly fidgeted with one of the straps on her belt, but her body remained still. Heavy. Grounded. As if everything she'd burned out of herself in the fight was still simmering down, coiling somewhere behind her ribs. The words Ven had said weren't just platitudes—they landed. Not in some distant way, but in the cracks. The places she usually didn't let anyone reach.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Something warm burned for just a second, before fading.

A blank canvas. Maybe that was the most terrifying part—because she had no way of knowing what the hell to paint. It was easier to be the canvas, rather than the painter. She couldn’t imagine her life any other way right now.

Sable managed a smirk, faintly though it was, at the last remark and rolled her head just enough to glance sideways. "Im starting to think if I die out here, it’ll probably be over your cooking, and not a blaster. Then, that can be your legacy. Being a lousy cook."

Then softer, eyes back on the horizon: "Still thanks. For the ride. And for letting me tag along."

Another beat. Then, playfully dry, "…I’ll do it for the morale of your crew, and so you sleep a little easier. Nothing else."
 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
"Only in the company of friends... you know, fellow idiots who like to get themselves beat up on a dusty rock?" Vendra waved her hand rather matter-of-fact and amusement dripped off her voice. Of course, she didn't bother to mention her upbringing, where philosophy was more or less half of everything she learned.

She said nothing while Sable seemed to be in thought. Whether it was deep or just her way of zoning out, Vendra didn't know, and it didn't matter to her anyway. She was patient enough to weather the pause without filling in the silence. Vendra then listened when Sable broke that silence of her own accord. Her eyebrow raised at the remark. "My cooking!?" She scoffed.

"You know I'm not even the one who serves the slop... It's just some fancy label gruel that keeps you alive and kicking. Sure, it tastes bad, but it's cheap and there's a lot of it." She defended her choices with half-serious vigor.

Then she gave Sable another one of those looks. A smirk almost too shy to reveal itself properly, but hid beneath it a sinister thought. "Just for that you're getting two helpings once we're back aboard. For all that strength you've expended saving my ass." She delivered a little too casually.

Before Vendra had a chance to whip out another retort--thank the Force--a pair of her soldiers made their approach loud and known. One waved a friendly hand at Sable, the other stood with more authority and announced to their leader. "We're prepping for shipside. Sal took full responsibility for this one and said he'd take care of any stragglers. He wants us to go after that station and soon... He seemed to imply this was related."

The Dark Jedi rolled her eyes at that. "Of course it's related. Who else but Sal would attract such a blatant attack?" She said as if Sable and herself weren't both sitting there.

The soldier nodded. Somewhat reluctantly, before continuing. "I will escort you to the shuttle. it's already prepped and waiting for you." Their eyes flicked over to Sable. "You too."

Ven gave Sable's knee two firm pats and then stood up slowly with a pained groan. "Let's get going then, shall we?"

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Sable Varro

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Lok And Loaded


Tag: Vendra Vane Vendra Vane

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Sable gave a dry laugh through her nose, that tired, dust-choked rasp still clinging to her voice. "Two helpings? You're assuming I'll let you do that." Her smirk was faint but real, lingering at the corners of her mouth like something reluctant but genuine. The kind of smile that didn't need a mask.

She didn't miss the shift in Vendra's expression—those subtle currents beneath the surface. That strange ease between them, like they'd known each other longer than a few firefights and shared blood in the dirt. She hadn't expected it. Maybe that's why it felt so strange to her.

Then came the interruption. The soldier's voice cut clean through whatever fragile stillness had started to build, and Sable sat up straighter, eyes flicking to the pair. Her expression cooled by reflex, the armor of neutrality slipping back over her features like a cloak. But she said nothing at first, just listened. Her gaze lingered on the one who'd looked to her—measured, unreadable.

"Right, so now we're going after a space station?" she muttered under her breath, brushing dust from her trousers and rising with a slow stretch of her shoulders.

She looked sidelong at Vendra with a lopsided smile, eyes a little softer than before. "Just make sure you don't start giving speeches about friendship and nourishment when we're mid-firefight. I don't think I can stomach a second go of that."

Then, in a lower voice only meant for Ven as she fell in step beside her: "...for what it's worth, I don't think I'd like to come back here anytime soon."

She didn't look at her when she said it—just forward, like there was no weight to the words at all.

She walked off with a small limp, but it was manageable in Sable's mind. She could tend to whatever the hell she had done, another time.

 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
"Oh, that's right!" Ven realized only now that Sable was oblivious to her and Sal's conversation. "We're getting paid to rid Sal and this Sector of a small pirate problem. Seems they're being repaired and supported by a rogue shipyard. Details were supposedly sent to the Apologies." The way she said supposedly reflected her sense of trust in Sal. Not much, but enough to still work for him.

Ven started to walk, her own pace a little rusty but she put a show of not hurting contrary to the injuries she's received. It was all the Force and some acting, of course. Their escort made sure to keep a healthy lead so that they could continue to talk 'privately' in the back.

"No, I'm not much for talking during a fight..." Her tone shifted to something darker, more serious. "I kind of just imagine I'm already dead... Well, it's not something I think of, but it's the way I am." The way she always was, even as a child. "There are actions in front of me, and I take them. I know I can be hurt, I know I can die, but at the time it doesn't matter."

There was a subtle backward glance as if the soldier caught some of it but was too afraid or respectful to say show it. Vendra noticed but said nothing.

She looked to Sable and then back to the path ahead. When they eventually reached the outskirts their shuttle was indeed prepped and waiting. A visible shimmer of exhaust and the low hum of its engines. The soldier stood aside on the boarding ramp, a respectful stance but no salute, allowing the two to enter first.

Vendra moved without hesitation. This was normal for her, it was the decorum she had become accustomed to.

Before Sable could enter completely, the soldier stopped her and held out a small metal object. "You'll be needing this." Something like a pin or badge of office, a simple metal design which read: Aldiri's Outriders. This one was old, worn, likely it had belonged to at least one other before her. Maybe more. Maybe it was taken from one of the dead today.

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Sable Varro

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Lok And Loaded


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Sable had been listening in that quiet, side-eyed way of hers—like she was letting the words soak through the cracks rather than responding to each one. At the mention of pirates and rogue shipyards, her expression didn't shift much—just a tired tilt of the head, a nod that said figures. The Outer Rim always seemed to run on broken promises and salvage.

When Ven spoke of death, though, that caught her a little more sharply. Sable glanced over, subtle tension knitting in her jaw. It wasn't judgment—just recognition. A mirror held too close to the face.

"Yeah…" She said quietly. "I know that feeling. Like you already left yourself behind somewhere—just forgot to tell your body."

She didn't press it further. They both understood the shape of that thought already, no need to drag it into the light.

As they reached the shuttle, Sable's boots thudded softly on the metal ramp, her eyes scanning the familiar outlines of ships and crew, the scent of fuel and scorched carbon thick in the air. It grounded her—routine had its own kind of comfort.

But then the soldier's hand stopped her.

She looked down at the pin—just a scrap of metal, worn, scuffed, maybe even bloodstained. Something passed over her face at the sight of it. Not sentiment exactly, but weight. Responsibility? Was that the word?

She didn't reach for it right away.

"What the hell is the point of this thing?" she asked softly, more to herself than anyone else. A bitter kind of humor danced behind the words, but it lacked the bite it usually carried.

Then she took the badge in her gloved fingers, turning it once before tucking it into a fold of her belt, just behind her holster. Not outright visable—but not hidden, either.

She stepped past the soldier without another word, only murmuring under her breath as she entered the shuttle's shadowed hold.

"…I don’t need more mercenary work on my résumé."

 

Vendra Vane

Peacekeeper
Vendra Vane
Character Bio
Vendra saved Sable the seat next to hers, of course.

As soon as the soldier came aboard and took their seat, the shuttle launched and made for their frigate waiting above. There would be time to rest, but not much, as their vessel would soon make for a station only a few systems away.

... To be continued.

Sable Varro Sable Varro
 
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