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[Nash]

Nash felt alive. The blade in her hand was epic as hell and cut through people like a hot knife through butter. She made short work of the rest with her fist and well positioned kicks. The droids fell apart and the rest scattered. Nash was standing amidst the bodies and KO’d people strewn all around her after the Nashnado blazed through them.

She saw Vossari emerge at last, having contributed greatly by killing an 80 year old fossil with missing teeth that was already KO’d once. Nash stared at Voss for a moment, wondering what kind of deal he had to offer. When he said she could keep the sword, she squealed so hard it would make him wince. This was followed by her jumping around ecstatically, “REALLY?! REALLY?” Nash screeched, hopping and waving the blade around and almost taking Vossari’s eye out in the process.

“All right,” She said, her voice suddenly calm and serious. Nash started to snort and hocked a fat loogie right into her palm and extended it for him to shake, “Let’s shake on this and make it official, Braidz,” Nar Shaddaa street customs style. They were going to be the most epic Master/Apprentice duo of all time; she just knew it.

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari was disgusted by this habit, but he would indulge. "Sure, but let's put a little style to it." After they dabbed each other up, it was official. Master and apprentice. And, the sword left Vossari's inventory, to go to its forever home with Nash. Admittedly, it was a much better place for it - Vossari never used that thing. He was happy with his earring and his lightsaber for now.

"It's official. Nash, lay down a beat. Let's get Bagoo to the spa." In their walk over, she had randomly broken into song and beatboxing several times. Vossari found it grating, at first, but it was slowly worming its way into his heart. Walking the long way around the block with Bagoo, they waved goodbye, sadly, as he finally arrived at the spa. "I'll never forget you, Bagoo!" Vossari cried out, trying to pet the gentle beast one last time. Bagoo spit in his face in response. The luxurious facility had all manner of treatments for banthas, from tender shampoos and massages, to toenail trimmings, to dental work. Bagoo looked at home here. But he looked wistfully at Nash - he didn't want her to leave.

After their goodbyes were said, they were opened up again to the night sky of Nar Shadda. They had begun this evening at a rave, but now the electric nightlife of the hovel ecumenopolis was on full display. Speeder cars careened with drunk and drugged drivers, surrounded by happening night markets, dancing in the streets, and uncles & aunties gathering around small holo-screens outside to watch the latest Hutt Ball games. Vossari turned to Nash.

"You said you've got a score to settle with the Hutts." Pretty much everyone in Hutt Space did. Hutts were master manipulators, though, and good at playing their enemies against each other. Most with grudges often killed themselves in vain attempts at retribution. Actual change would take protracted struggle and a mass movement, not individual whims. Vossari was always down for a little whimsy, though.

"Why do you want to target this one, in particular?" His thumb lighter ignited another cigarra, which he puffed and handed to Nash.

@Sreeya