Rose Ann Lovely
The dagger to the sword.

Now let me tell ya, Rose was used to being the hottest thing around. But this planet took the damn cake!
She trudged forward. Now she never thought this planet would occupy many people. Which it did and didn't. But the absolute strangest thing was. She felt… called here. After her second master ended his career with the Jedi. She became nothing but a game of Pass along Padawan. And she hated it. It burned her up more than this forsaken rock.
She gazed at a drunken man drinking what looked like some extremely cheap booze. She glared at the man. There was no Goddamn way this is who she felt called to by the force. She turned her head looking around for anyone else. But the force was still nudging her to THIS MAN. She sighed in discontentment and just tried to swipe her sweat away. Only spreading it around. Before she finally made contact with the man. "Hello." She greeted him simply.