Of Renegades and Old Ships
Outfit: Clothing/Armor |
Glove |
Right Arm |
Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 |
Hook Swords
Azurine trailed behind Jonyna, her sharp eyes scanning the room and taking in the stormtrooper helm with a soft snort of approval.
"Nice touch," she muttered, a grin tugging at her lips.
"Bet that guy had a real bad day."
The mention of an imperial collaborator made her expression darken momentarily, the fire in her eyes flaring.
"That probably didn’t end well for them, karking idiot. No wonder you’ve got a few stories under your belt. We never had anyone stupid enough to try something like that, but back when my team had just met, Arch tried to turn Kynn in for a bounty because he was a Jedi. It didn't go well for any of us.” She stepped closer to the couches, turning back to glance toward Jonyna.
"Luckily, he apologized for it, and they settled their differences pretty early. Arch was probably the closest thing to a little brother I had ... well, before Aris, anyway."
As Azzie entered the living area, her gaze scanned the setup. The U-shaped couches looked inviting, though the converted sabacc table caught her attention. “Nice use of space,” she remarked, her tone lightly approving.
“Nothing says ‘home’ quite like a sabacc table doubling as a dining room centerpiece.” The faint nostalgic tone in her voice was softened by genuine curiosity as she stepped closer, running her fingers along the edge of the table before glancing toward the kitchen.
A sly grin crossed her face. She was never one to say no to getting to raid a fridge, especially when she could hear her stomach growl and she realized she had been too focused on other things throughout the day to remember to eat earlier.
"As long as there's something other than pastries and fruit, that would be great. I would rather not have my guts wage war on me while on your ship."
She paused as she sat down, thinking heavily about it.
"I didn't exactly have my own bank account. We pooled everything together and would pull what we thought we might need from there. We also did most of our dealings in chips rather than digitally. Less likely to be tracked." She said softly with a shrug.
"I've been meaning to go back to Utapau again and actually make a thorough walkthrough. There were some places we used to hide credits in case we were ever raided that only the lead team ever knew about, and I bet 900-year-old out-of-print credits are worth a fortune now."