Misguided Ghost
The zeltron lifted the cigarette to her lips once more and inhaled deeply. The cinders came close to the butt, the heat licking her fingers. It was a dirty habit, but one that seemed to bring her frenzied mind a moments peace. She tossed the remainder to the ground. The pair continued on, pushing towards the turbolift. She looked to L'yoom thoughtfully. Kahne had always told her practice made perfect, and no training could ever hold a flame to the value of real experience. Ripely was trying to give her padawan just that, but only hoped she wasn't pushing her too hard.
"So, uh, how you feeling?" She asked, cobalt eyes full of empathy. "I imagine you might be nervous. I was my first time, but I was a bit younger than you."
As they finally reached the lift, Ripley hit the button to recall the car. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited.
"I'm gonna warn you, the lower levels are a lot different than what you've probably seen of Coruscant. They're dirty, stinky, dark. Filled with all types of people. I know I mentioned our targets," She emphasized, unwilling to reveal details when there could be listening ears about. "But they should be a good starting place. They're not green by any means, but not as powerful as to what you'll find on the 'front. The best thing to do is try to stay calm. When you panic, things can easily go awry."
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