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Nora stood outside on a snow capped on Ruusan. In her full Mandalorian armor, she cut an imposing figure. However, intimidation was not something she strived for at the moment. Rather, it was only to keep warm as she made her way back to her ship. The snow blasted her armor as the frozen snow crunched beneath her boots. Common sounds and feelings on the mountains of Ruusan, and preferable temperatures to the Mandalorian girl that plowed on through. Bent on a meeting.
Seeing her ship, The Iron Maiden, Nora smiled underneath her helmet. Soon, she boarded the cold ship and removed her helm. Running a hand through her hair, she gripped the one, longer lock of her hair and sighed. Life had seemed to slow for her, sure she still fought constantly, but she no longer had the constant adrenaline rush that came from being in enemy territory. She wanted that feeling, she almost needed it. To be an insurgent, a 'terrorist' if you would. However, she was not, and that saddened her at times. Heck, she hacked into Hutt and Exchange databases on occasion just to keep her skill up. Sure, she would soon have a bounty on her head if they ever traced her, but Nora's homemade scrambling tech prevented even black market tracking technology from finding her. Truly, this was her gift. Her strength, Force Sensitivity, and training drive came from her father. But the gift of being naturally adept with technology was her own.
Sitting down in the cockpit, she launched the ship into the atmosphere. Within minutes, she entered hyperspace. A place of peace, yet infinite danger as the slightest mistake could send her to her death. Amazing. Opening Coms communication, she sat back and pondered. What would it be like if she never betrayed the Jedi? If she never sought out the Sith with the intent to learn from them, assist them. Now, being almost forgotten by them, what was she to do?
Seeing her ship, The Iron Maiden, Nora smiled underneath her helmet. Soon, she boarded the cold ship and removed her helm. Running a hand through her hair, she gripped the one, longer lock of her hair and sighed. Life had seemed to slow for her, sure she still fought constantly, but she no longer had the constant adrenaline rush that came from being in enemy territory. She wanted that feeling, she almost needed it. To be an insurgent, a 'terrorist' if you would. However, she was not, and that saddened her at times. Heck, she hacked into Hutt and Exchange databases on occasion just to keep her skill up. Sure, she would soon have a bounty on her head if they ever traced her, but Nora's homemade scrambling tech prevented even black market tracking technology from finding her. Truly, this was her gift. Her strength, Force Sensitivity, and training drive came from her father. But the gift of being naturally adept with technology was her own.
Sitting down in the cockpit, she launched the ship into the atmosphere. Within minutes, she entered hyperspace. A place of peace, yet infinite danger as the slightest mistake could send her to her death. Amazing. Opening Coms communication, she sat back and pondered. What would it be like if she never betrayed the Jedi? If she never sought out the Sith with the intent to learn from them, assist them. Now, being almost forgotten by them, what was she to do?