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"That sounds... incredibly cool." She wasn't particularly creative, so she was always seriously impressed by people who were. The two women dropped down into the ship, and when Mallory's droid followed, he got started on a variety of tasks. The Nightsister was grateful for the dim emergency...

"Was it like this before the destruction?" she asked. Her dark eyes surveyed the landscape around them, spotting nothing but the Greystar and an endless cold, barren landscape. She could imagine grass instead of sand, forests instead of empty skies... but maybe it had always been this way. "Is...

"I suppose it wouldn't be impossible." She'd traveled to uninhabited but previously-inhabited planets on a few occasions before, and more often than not there was someone else poking around too. Sometimes the evidence of it came in the form of a mothership in orbit; other times it was smoldering...

Cold. Wonderful. The Nightsister, with a small frown, would disappear and reappear not too much later dressed appropriately for the weather. Just in time for the announcement to be made over the comms. "Is something wrong?" she asked as she walked into the common area. She wore robes of a dark...

"Oh. Um." The woman's face fell a bit as she realized what she'd said. "I used to travel around with my sisters. We... we don't anymore." Her tone of voice, though not rude, was fairly short. It would be clear that she didn't want to talk about it, and her slightly regretful expression indicated...

She gave Mallory a friendly wave, blissfully unaware of whatever conversation had been going on between the woman and her gaggle of droids. She'd been too busy going back and forth with her own. "Hmph." How the droid managed to give her such a disdainful look without facial muscles was a feat...

Reikki stayed quiet while Mallory talked. It was one thing to hope someone would do this, that, or the other, but it was a whole other thing to have it happen. Should she say yes? Should she deny it and hope Mallory insisted? 'No, she might accept the answer.' Was she taking too long to respond...

"I'm in between jobs right now, and since I usually travel to wherever I need to go... well, I don't really have one in mind, no." She'd been hanging around the spaceport trying to figure that part out. "But Jedha does interest me quite a bit now, yeah. I'll have to visit one day..." Honestly...

Reikki looked up. This woman was just chock-full of surprises, wasn't she? Sign casting, droids, plants, historical shit, and now art too? If she was half this interesting at thirty-five, she'd consider herself a success. "Yes, thank you, Chef!" She prepared to dig into the absolutely...

She did her best to look at it politely when Mallory explained her past and alluded to the reasoning behind her scar. Up until now, she'd avoided staring at it, but she gave herself a few moments to look at it now that it had become a topic of conversation. The curve suggested some sort of knife...

"It's- don't worry about it. It turned out fine." Ever the nonconfrontational soul, Reikki waved off Param's concerns with one hand while the other held her side. "I think I cracked a rib or something, but I'll be okay," she answered. As if to prove her point, the Dathomirian woman attempted to...

Huh? Reikki looked down at her feet at the feeling of something sharp poking at her boot, and was tickled to see a chicken pecking curiously at the old leather. "You named them Lunch and Dinner?" she laughed, waving her hand as she did so to dismiss Mallory's concerns. She wasn't bothered...

With her bag slung over her left shoulder, Reikki followed a short distance behind Mallory while the woman led her through the spaceport to where she'd landed her ship. The ship was presented, the blue and red droids were introduced — Reikki gave them both a small wave —, and then she was led...

Reikki nodded when Mallory mentioned Empress Teta. If she didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't pry. In a galaxy this big, one's home was either vital to their identity, or just another coordinate on the galactic map. For Mallory, it seemed it was the latter. She just nodded. Way more...

Reikki's dark eyes widened. "Oh, uh... yeah. I am. I'm- I'm surprised you recognized me as a- as from there." She lifted her hand to press her fingers against her right cheek, where the tattooed motif of a sun stained her pale skin a darker grey. That, the three lines on her forehead, the spots...

Mallory's friendliness was a relief to the Nightsister, who quickly relaxed. "Jedha?" The name was vaguely familiar, but Reikki would be lying if she said she could say much about it. She wasn't even sure where it was. What she did know, though, was that she had read the name in either the...

It was a wonder Mallory managed to pull Reikki out of her 'reader's haze' without also causing the woman a fright. She was notoriously easy to scare. "Huh?" The Nightsister looked up at the stranger, blinked, and took a moment before the question registered in her head. "Oh! Um..." Happy to...

'Gods- yeah, that's a broken rib.' The Nightsister winced as she rolled back up onto her feet. Her eyes immediately jumped back to the creature. Param's words registered in her head, and the woman quickly began to try and work out where the heart could be. Considering the stranger's position...

"How much for this?" "One-fifty." Two credits hit the countered and bounced twice before settling — clinking and clattering against the durasteel counter with that ever-so-distinctive sound. With a thumb and a finger, Reikki swiped the postcard she'd just purchased up from the counter and into...

Reikki notched another arrow — an eerie green sort of color — and shot it a few seconds later, the hazy object whistling through the air until it struck the monster in the shoulder. She hurried to notch another but was distracted momentarily by a feeling that brushed against her skin. It was...