Loose Canon
In the middle of the capital, she was looking for a shop, a very specific shop. The place was know to the house Vizsla for a long time, before dying, her father told her to look for that place if she ever were in need. And there she was, in the capital, she did not had the need to wear armor, instead, she was wearing a simple black flight suit with her utility belt and a blaster swinging in her waist. She didn't like Mandalore that much, it always made her feel small, and not in a good way, and the sooner she left that place back to Concordia, the better. Her gals went to a common pub to get a drink, or visit the families, and she was looking for a nice forger, a bladesmith of renown. She went inside his shop without any formalities, and waited by the door, stating in a clear sound.
"I'm Ursula Vizsla, we talked.", she stopped for a moment, and then proceeded in the same tone."I need a blade. A perfect blade."
"I'm Ursula Vizsla, we talked.", she stopped for a moment, and then proceeded in the same tone."I need a blade. A perfect blade."