"Deep breath." She told herself.
It had been a little while since Demonsgate, and since then, she had preoccupied herself with going 'round the galaxy selling her spare gear. She had already made upwards of half a million credits from it alone. Despite the incredible disappointment of the Demongate Raid in terms of thrill, at least she had been able to obtain the first ton in her saga for Popo. It was really incredibly unrememorable. She blamed it on that Sith client she hired for the op, him and his stupid negotiating. In a raid, you don't negotiate with locals, you taze them, drug them, and send 'em spacewards (but first you check for a bounty, just in case).
With a sigh she tried to clear her head of business, which was notoriously difficult for her to do. Since Roche, her life had been nothing but business. She was glad she had him around then, she wasn't sure she would have survived, even with that odd quirky Gen'Dai whom she never saw again. Then later, after she lost her hand and was on her way to The Pit, Prelait was one of the few who got her out of the jam, and assisted her drunken recuperation on Wallala. After that she ungratefully disappeared from him and entered into a Rakatan Contest, where she climbed the later to the top... and then nearly died.
The shock from the uncomfortably close death just around the corner, and the stress of the loss, but a dent in her confidence. She had been unsuccessfully hunted around the galaxy for her bounty, but every time she left them essentially unharmed and high tailed out as soon as possible. She wasn't in the mood for dueling. Recently, she had rumors of a Beast Hunting Guild, that may very well be right up her ally, along with some order that teaches a martial art supposedly effective against Jedi. She would investigate, but she doubted anything short of plot-armor could do that. But once again her mind side tracked into the not-now. She was fairly close to pulling out her hair... so maybe it was a good thing she decided to visit Prelait for once, and finally fulfill her obligatory date. She owed so many people so much... but she also knew of people who owed her.
"Damn you Mikhail, I'll find you. Champion my ass." She whispered to herself bitterly. After about five minutes from the time she told herself to breathe, she finally did. Her mind was a mess, and it was about time she took a vacation.
Still in her ship she stared at a full set of armor, dented, scraped, and dirtied. 8 Kilograms Ultrachrome. 10 kilograms Phrik. A bit of Cortosis, and unimaginably heavy Neuranium. A quasi-jedi/sith artifact, and terentatek darts. Since buying the Bodo Baas, she wasn't sure if it was her style yet, but that's not why she customarily took inventory. She took inventory because that's what she did. The strange artifact she bought at auction mad her mad. She knew what it did, but the very fact it duplicated what she put into it made her mental inventory system screwed up to no end. Her really bothered her developing OCD. She didn't know if she wanted to bring any of it to where Prelait had asked her to meet him.
On a planet full of armored people she wouldn't look out of place, but she didn't know if he would recognize her. She was almost an entirely different person... and she was. Her ordeals in the tournament changed her dramatically, even if she did her best not to show it. She was getting an ego, and it was applied to that armor... all of it. Perhaps she should go 'naked', wear a dress or something. Did she even wear dresses? Was that a thing she did?
She really wished she had a lighter, less battle intensified armor. Maybe, something light, breathable, casual, yet still functional without being a complete tank. She would ponder on this later, as the increasingly bulky suit was quickly growing into something that could not be used for stealth, and stealth is a good tactic not to be lost because you invested all your eggs into one basket that might not work one day.
Force damn it she kept rambling in her head! Frustrated she actually hit herself to focus on the 'task' at hand.
She just wore her undersuit. It was light, and functional enough to help her shrug off energy damage, though not much more than that. Damn it, I'm not going to war for force' sakes! Stop inventorying! She thought furiously.
She walked out of her old freighter ungracefully parked, and began to pinken realizing just out of place and naked she really felt. Trying to shake off the embarrassment she found transportation to the lake. Once there she began to walk, and away from the small city she had arrived at, since she felt uncomfortable going to Keldabe for worry lingering radiation may be present. She wasn't aware of how far the reconstruction project had gone from the ages ago it had been nuked.
Upon the lake, she finally found the man she was looking for. His armor was nearby, and he was resting in the lake looking relaxed and ravaged at the same time. She knew the feeling of being worn, though not in the way secretly going around in his head, unbeknownst to her. Despite her friendship with him, she still felt like she didn't know anything about him. Perhaps that would change today, and onwards.
Still walking she yelled to him.
"Well... hello there. Visiting or scrapping?" She said smiling at the memory of their first meeting. Damn she was a ditz then... and probably now too. People don't often change. She stood a few meters from him now, standing in her black Armor Underlay.
"It's good to see you again [member="Preliat Mantis"]." She said upon getting his attention.