Beowoof
Morality Policeman :)
A twi'lek of the tyrian variety padded tacitly in her moccasin boots, the fringes of her brown shoes waving lazily with each silent step. Her drab leggings and flared coat--with which she concealed her lightsaber and Whistleflute--helped to blend in with the denizens of Anaxes, who still betrayed a residual Imperial culture that had lasted for ages. There was a current of fear, however, as the Sith threat was only a short hyperspace jump away from the prestigious world. Tacitanya hoped to not stay here very long.
What had brought the bounty hunter's apprentice here had little to do with bounty collecting and more to do with taking a reprieve on a more civilized world than where she had tread lately. It was good to be able to sample some real food again while stocking up on proper freeze-dry, as well as taking a leisurely trek about the more shadowy parts of town in search of some decent scrap she could accumulate--always on the lookout for more material to tinker with. It would be prudent to gather some replacement parts for her weapons, should unfortunate entropy occur and dire situations need be dealt with. She was no Jedi, but she was prepared.
As she made way down the capital square in Pols Anaxes, Taci braked to linger in front of the temporary headquarters of the Jedi Order. There were people like her inside, but that had not been her destined path thus far. Perhaps it would never be, for she had been presented an alternate route that had yet to fail her. These things just happen, and she had accepted her opportunities with open arms. There was nothing to mope about. The Jedi lifestyle was simply not for her, as far as anyone could tell.
Still, it was nice to feel it--other souls like her.
[member="Kana Truden"]
What had brought the bounty hunter's apprentice here had little to do with bounty collecting and more to do with taking a reprieve on a more civilized world than where she had tread lately. It was good to be able to sample some real food again while stocking up on proper freeze-dry, as well as taking a leisurely trek about the more shadowy parts of town in search of some decent scrap she could accumulate--always on the lookout for more material to tinker with. It would be prudent to gather some replacement parts for her weapons, should unfortunate entropy occur and dire situations need be dealt with. She was no Jedi, but she was prepared.
As she made way down the capital square in Pols Anaxes, Taci braked to linger in front of the temporary headquarters of the Jedi Order. There were people like her inside, but that had not been her destined path thus far. Perhaps it would never be, for she had been presented an alternate route that had yet to fail her. These things just happen, and she had accepted her opportunities with open arms. There was nothing to mope about. The Jedi lifestyle was simply not for her, as far as anyone could tell.
Still, it was nice to feel it--other souls like her.
[member="Kana Truden"]