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The water was barely doing anything against the fury of the leathery taste in her mouth. Neeka tried to review all the hangover cures she'd comes across during her years as a spacer, but none of them were appealing. Some were various ingestions of pickled substances, the thought of which made...

Any hope she might have had of getting an up-close look at the classic vessel were dashed not just by the repairs being done upon it, but by the sway in Neeka's step that told her the alcohol had had a stronger effect than she'd thought. She staggered as the door hissed open and they entered the...

"No complaints here!" She declared, laughing. "I do enjoy not being a stain on the road. Just 'member about the kick. Those Rootis are coming back to haunt me already!" Neeka took hold of the helm she'd left behind, thanking her stars that no one had bothered to check under the sheet in their...

"Relic? Try classic!" The Mandalorian declared, jostling Kotru with her shoulder and laughing. "I thought Black Sun had basically made those things extinct! Must make it pretty unique nowadays. Me, I just fly an Akajor. Might as well be called 'Mando Shuttle'...buuuut I won't be surprised if you...

Most of the wiring and internal circuitry was a complete mystery to the speed-focused Mandalorian, but she did what she could for the little droid. Dirt had acclimated in various grooves which needed to be blasted out by a finely-focused jet of air. A few wires were frayed that Neeka "bandaged"...

"These Rooti-Tootis are deceptive." Neeka declared. "They're so sweet that you don't know they pack a punch! Maybe that's why I like 'em." The fact that she was combating the gentle sway of the cantina by leaning against a table bolted into the ground augmented her statement. The tip of her nose...

"Can you really blame anyone for bein' grim?" Neeka inquired as she gathered up her set of missile-shaped darts and pressed a button beneath the circular board. The Holodart interface thrummed to life and displayed a short introduction before declaring in Aurebesh: PLAYER ONE: START "Things...

She was beginning to feel more and more like her old self and less like the scarred warrior she'd become and with every emptied drink of multiple colors Neeka seemed to loosen up. She realized abruptly that she had needed an outing like this; something to remind her that she was still that girl...

Dubiousness rose quickly in Neeka's mind as soon as the unlikely pair turned a corner and their destination was revealed. To a warrior from the fringes of the Outer Rim, this brightly-lit establishment resembled more a family restaurant than a place to celebrate another day of life. However, she...

Her advances quickly thwarted by what she was taking as a lack of interest, Neeka mentally shrugged. Oh well. Can't win 'em all! The victories today would certainly be more than enough to keep her satisfied and sore until the next one. "Uh-uh. No way. Not happening." The Mandalorian insisted...

"Sounds like we both got lucky, then. Me, 'cause I still got that right hook." Neeka laughed, then winced sharply through her teeth as her shoulder surged in pain again. Her fingers opened, trembled, then closed tightly once more. "Used my last Medi yesterday, but I got creds. Bet there's a...

Neeka was silent for the remainder of the ride despite the action still happening around her. Her mind was both years and planets away, sent there unwillingly to the Mandalorian's past by the symphony of speed, sirens, and a near death experience. For a time, Neeka was no longer the warrior...

"WHATAREYOUDOING-THISISNOTBETTER!" The words shot out from Neeka like a series of rockets a moment after she watched her companion do exactly what she was hoping he wouldn't do. She cradled her injured arm in her lap and prepared for death. They lurched left. Right. When she didn't die, the...

"My NAME is Ne-" Neeka never got further in that sentence when the swoop bike lurched wildly during their exchange. She shouted wordlessly and clung on for dear life, once again wishing that she had a jetpack like many in her clan. "Osik!" The warrior exclaimed as she nearly fell off the back...

The Rodian seemed to very slightly favor his left side, indicating that she should strike from the right. There were only two of them. She could do this. His companion would be more difficult as he looked brawnier, so she would have to focus a rapid burst of disabling strikes upon him and...

Just outside Theed's Spaceport... It truly was a beautiful planet. The dual waterfalls in the near distance were a distant roar and made for a serene spectacle, nestled as they were so nicely into Theed's landscape that they seemed almost hand-crafted. The weather was as gorgeous as the view...

"Uhh...sure. Yeah. You meditate, i'll just...be here." Neeka stared at Arla for a few moments before adding nearly under her breath as she lay down and tucked her arms tightly around herself: "Trying to ignore all those terrifying sounds enough to sleep. Yeahhh." As much as she grumbled, it was...

The longer she listened to this quirky probe droid, the deeper Neeka's frown grew. "Yikes. You've really been out here for a while, haven't you? If only Vin were here, he could fix you right up easy. I'll do my best though and we'll get you feeling better again real soon, 'k?" After pressing...

There was a moment when Neeka was ready to take sudden evasive maneuvers and even halted her progress with fingers flexing upon the manual control. She was confident in her ability to avoid getting blasted to bits. Mostly. Another stretch of silence between the two pilots filled the commlink...

"HRRRK! GHH! URGGHGHH!" A series of odd grunts and pained noises accompanied the confirmation that S8R-D had survived when the robotic limbs clamped around her midsection and caused most of the air to leave her lungs. "OOOOOF! Buddy- you're heavier than you look! What is...a pinecone? Uhh...