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[Arris Windrun]

NAR SHADDAA
Tag: Allyson Locke
Wearing: Allyson Locke's Infamous Leather Jacket with all new patches, cuts, holes, and frayed fibers! Oh, and some slacks.

Arris threw her guts out onto the cantina floor. Been a while - since before the Kaggath, in fact.

She wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her jacket, drew a marcan roll and lit it, something to calm the nerves before she stepped outside and finished her smoke on the balcony. It was cold that night. Some malfunction with the weather generator in her district, apparently. Skies above blew a cold, polluted wind down.

A few days ago, the cyborg finally managed to hunt down what she believed was a means of reaching Allyson Locke and sent a message with a time and place. Yeah, that Locke, the one know nearly killed... no, did kill Arris that day on Ruusan. She knew the truth in her gut, even if the answers eluded her, that she died in that fight. Her body lived. Her memories, her thoughts, every other facet of her identity remained. By all logic, she couldn't be dead...

So why was it that anytime she felt the Force or experienced the world, it was more like looking through a pair of binoculars? Why did she just know?

The cyborg crushed the joint between her fingers and let the pieces blow away. Only ash stains remained on her fingertips, barely visible against the black of her metal.

She hoped the Shadow would show herself, because she needed answers.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Arris Windrun //:
//: Attire //:

Allyson Locke wasn't an easy woman to find. It was part of the story, the mystery that surrounded the former Hand of the Emperor. Nowadays, she was more of a bounty hunter, a gun-for-hire, while also continuing her Master's work. His hand on her leash was loose, but he had given her something that no one else had even tried to provide.

Freedom.

The dog, without a collar or leash, often wandered, lost. Allyson did so, but with the safety that she'd always find a place to land. Still, the woman kept her distance from the galaxy; she was happy?

From the shadows she watched, hidden by and in the Force from the woman who had summoned her. Allyson could feel it, more so with Arris — the woman felt more machine than flesh. But every tick and every tock of the woman's cybernetics hummed through the Force, almost calling the Technomancer.

She didn't let her wait too long and stepped forward. The force cloak faded, and the woman flickered into sight.

"You are persistent," Allyson commented, her tone lacking the annoyance that one might have assumed she'd have. Hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, she tilted her head, seeing the changes to the one Arris wore.

"Looks good," another short comment as she stepped closer.

"So, why did you call me? Most people only like meeting me once." The Corellian grinned as she sighed in a way that was almost a laugh.

"Though most of the time its not by choice..."

 

[Arris Windrun]

Allyson Locke

Arris thought she should have felt it in the Force when Allyson stepped out into the light. She couldn't feel her back then either, which she might've chalked up to being an untrained Force novice, but now? She wasn't so sure.

The cyborg squinted - not at the woman's sight, but at the constant droning she felt in her head lately.

She turned around and leaned back against the railing.

"You are persistent," Allyson commented, her tone lacking the annoyance that one might have assumed she'd have.

"Does that surprise you?" Her own tone lacked that signature insecure joy she wore throughout the tournament.

Arris looked down at her jacket at the Shadow's next remark. "One of the more interesting ways I've ended up in someone's jacket." There should've been a smirk to follow, but she couldn't muster it.

Of course, neither of them was here for small talk, and Locke asked her to get to the point. The Talusian stretched her back out against the metal bars between her and a several-thousand-meter fall, looking up at the guts of an entire city above them, before her eyes finally settled back down on Allyson's.

"Shit all's been okay since the Kaggath, and I need to know what you did to me."

Her expression was dead serious, but underneath the tough girl facade was a plea. Whatever had happened - what Arris believed she was going through - it ate her up inside like a slow-burning disease.