Who: Alema Rar and OPEN What: An unplanned dunking in the Pits have given the Twi'lek Jedi a new outlook on life Where: LA Streets When: Late Evening of the 7th Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
She could hardly believe the things she had read, the things she had done, she rememberd them as if in a dream. Knew it to be true, all of it, but how could she have fallen so far. Loosing her sister hurt. It hurt more than Alema had thought possible and left her with a burning desire, a passion to destroy every one of the Vong she could get her hands on. And she had, through that awful war, through Myrkr. And afterward she had drifted so aimlessly until the call had come.
Until the Dark Nest had found her, chosen her.
Had made her the Night Herald.
She'd attacked Leia...Leia Solo of all people, tried to sabotage the falcon...tried to kill Jacen...
Ok so perhaps in hindsight that last one might have helped the Galaxy in the long run.
With a sigh the Twi'lek pulled a hood up covering her lekku and as much of her skin as she could. Unusal for her yes, she still war the practicly skintight jumpsuit she usually favoured. But she didn't much want to be found. She would need to find a residance soon, some kind of pleasure den if she had no other choice she knew this city like every other contained such things.
Of course that would be when her danger sense kicked in. A snarling thing...a vampire. Alema cursed and twirrled to face her attacker, a hand streaching out almost as instinct. And just as quickly she pulled her hand back. She couldn't...she couldn't do that, did she do that?
"You wish to leave me be" she told it trying to push with the Force but right now, Alema Rar's will was nowhere near strong enough to be asserted on another.