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[luxettenebra]

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Somehow, despite her near-complete lack of sight, Revan was able to cast a look of annoyance over at Stripes. “But why would I stop? Especially if I’m having fun?” There was a wicked gleam in the Sith Pureblood’s golden eyes, a sure sign her blood lust was up. Why should she be apologetic about what she was?

Korrie, sensing her Master’s disposition, whined softly----the Tuk’ata always was more than happy to go hunting with Revan.

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The small Mandalorian shrugged. “’Course. Nef always said sweets were medicine for the soul.” She knew why Move was here in the hospital, and she knew well the clone’s taste for sweets. There was a flash of regret that she hadn’t been able to resist and been able to give him a full bag, but hopefully he understood.

Climbing onto a nearby chair, she sighed. “Know it doesn’t help much, but apparently the doctors here are some of the best in the Republic.” Looking down at her hands, she flexed her cybernetic fingers and toes, hidden under her own Mandalorian armor. “Think this is where they took me when my brother found me, after the hyperdrive accident.”

[lxst-wxnderer]

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Naya watched as he tested out his leg. He seemed fine and not under the spell that the others were under. She gave him a curt nod as he stated he would not harm her, she believed him.

“Please call me Naya, it seems like the Jedi Order isn’t much anymore. Ranking does not matter.”

The young jedi replied stoicly. Her face and voice had been robbed of emotions as she spoke with the other.

“Lead the way, please. I can’t seem to find a working ship or any survivors besides you. We can tend to your wounds once we are safe.”

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[chaos-squad]

@blasersquad Parja didn't look like either Tari or Ruusan. Rather, she looked strikingly like Revan, save for her eyes: a bright blue flecked with gold. "Striiiiiiipes." She whined, tugging at his hand. "Stripes, take me to the zoo." She demanded in a manner similar to her birth mother's.

[luxettenebra]

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“I have a job for you. I hear you’re a good bodyguard. What would you say to being mine?” Revan asked, not bothering to do much by way of hide her obvious interest in his abilities.

Of course, he wasn’t that bad to look at, either, she thought as reached for a cigarette.

[lxst-wxnderer]

“Please, somebody help me!” [From Move for your order 66 verse :) ]

Angsty Torture/Interrogation starters: ACCEPTING

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Naya was running as far away as she could from the Jedi temple. Her lungs ached and her grey eyes stung with tears that flowed openly down her young cheeks. The young Jedi had just watched her Master be murdered. She had come to the Temple to seek refuge but had returned to a massacre of Jedis young and old. Her heart ached and she could feel the Force crying out as well.

She almost had run past him when she heard his cry. The familiar voice of her clone friends just made her hear shatter further. Turning to look at where the cry came from, she saw a clone who did not looked effected like the others. He was struggling under some debris that had fallen from the structure. Nanya could clearly see the large gash on his forehead as blood trickled down.

All instincts screamed at her to turn and run. But she couldn’t. Rushing over to where he lay she started pushing up on the rocks with all of her might.

“Please do not— kill me once we get these off of— you,”

She begged softly, gasping for breath in between.

Feeling that her raw strength would not be enough, she pulled away and took a deep and shaky breath in attempts to calm herself down. She tried hard to stay connected to the energy of the Jedi but it hurt, so very much. Regardless, she raised up her left hand and with all of her effort, slowly raised up the chunk of the building a bit and pushed it off of the other.

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5, 15, 22, 37 and 41

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

She does not wear the traditional robes of the Jedi. She finds them far too bulky and the Echani in her will always long for maximum freedom of movement. She still sticks with the browns and tans the Jedi are known for, but she typically chooses a sleeveless style with leggings. The only accessory she wears, if you could call it that, is her yoroi.

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

Her inner thoughts are more or less a steady loop of ‘what do they need?’ and ‘how can I help?’

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

That’s a hard question to answer but I think a lot of people underestimate her, and it may not be a conscious thing. She is small and slight, with a gentle personality and a soft face. Sometimes they try and treat her with kid gloves, which is not something she appreciates.

37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them?

She has the equivalent of advanced medical training, mostly focused in emergency and trauma care. This is in addition to the training under the Jedi. However because of her complete focus on this aspect, she often lacks understanding of military and battlefield tactics. She is completely aware of this weakness in herself and often leans heavily on her men to fill the gaps.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why?

There are a few phrases I can associate with her, but the best one is probably “Do no harm, but take no shit.”