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[Brooke Waters]

Another day, another world.

Brooke was realizing that the galaxy was an ever changing tapestry, and she was here to observe it. She was connecting her worlds, and her peoples. And at the same time, learning the history. There were groups, like the Varanin family, Ashin and all, that were out there, maybe stronger than some of the Jedi. Her friends in the Starchaser family were strong, but they were hard to pin down. And it was something that she took to heart.

Her own ship was something of an anomaly. But the Witch had been tracking ancient Witch Kingdom worlds. She had at one time been a bounty hunter, but with the growth in galactic powers, she was reconsidering her position. The fact of the matter, she needed a crew. The galaxy was wide and vast but getting smaller all the time.

But today, that wasn’t what she was here for. Finding herself in the systems of the Jal Shey with some credits, and a goal. Dressed in robes made of firax skins, she grinned as she stepped into the city. Her goal?

A new weapon.

And see who was here.

Stepping into the space port's main cantina, she found herself listening. A rogue Force user? Elemental powers? She kept her ears perked up, because what was being described was definitely someone that was using the Force in a way she did, but... seeming to commit raids on this planet. And why?

People came for gear and imbuement, but beyond the Jal Shey adepts themselves, the world didn't seem to hold any rare elements...

Drain Knowledge.

Now that one got her full attention.

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

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Juniper raised the glass of whiskey to her mauve-painted lips, the heat of the bottom-shelf liquor burning her nose as she took a sip. "You're an ass for this," she said to the bartender, one eye twitching as a shiver ran down her spine. It truly was rank, something she wouldn't wish on her enemies. Still, it was what was getting her drunk tonight, and after losing out on her last contract, it was the only thing she could afford.

Juniper had only been on the planet a short while. She had been on the hunt for a fugitive, she'd been close, too, but he was scooped up by local authorities in the final moments, costing her a sizable chunk of credits. She shook it off as bad luck, something she didn't run into often, and went on about her day. Her fortune would turn around soon. It always did. She just had to wait for the right moment.

She finished the shot by rolling it back completely, deciding to get it over with. It was no easier going down than she made it look, but she drank it all the same. Slamming the glass back onto the bar, she rolled her eyes and pushed the stool away. Rising to her full height in her heeled boots, she towered over most in the room. Juniper turned sharply, heading toward the bathroom of the backwater cantina, likely the last place anyone would willingly choose to piss.

The look on Juniper's face as she turned and nearly collided with Brooke Waters was one she almost wished she could see herself, equal parts surprise and affirmation that her fortune had never truly turned its back on her. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't you."