Private The Star Chaser

[Roman Vossari]

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The stars streaked by in a blur of light as Padawan Roman Vossari leaned against the cool metal of the shuttle's window. His heart still raced from the warmth of Serenno's sun and the laughter of his family, a temporary balm against the rigorous training he'd been undergoing at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. His family understood the path he had chosen, and despite the distance, they managed to keep him grounded, with voices and memories that echoed in his mind.

As the shuttle made its way toward New Jedi Order space, the pilot's voice crackled through the intercom, interrupting Roman's reverie. "We'll be arriving at the exit point soon. Thank you for flying with Serenno Transport."

With a sigh, Roman looked away from the swirling cosmos outside to the small, cramped cabin. A few civilians were boarding the shuttle, their faces wearied from travel or anxious anticipation of homecoming. He felt a wave of warmth, a sense of purpose envelop him. He was a Jedi; he had a duty to the galaxy.

But a sudden jolt shook the shuttle, causing Roman to grip the armrests tightly. The pilot's voice reappeared, laced with static and urgency. "Attention all passengers. We're experiencing..."

The message was cut short by a deafening explosion that rocked the transport. Alarms blared, and the cabin lights flickered ominously. From the back of the shuttle, Roman heard frightened gasps and shouts as people began to panic. He stood up, his heart now racing for an entirely different reason.

Roman reached out into the Force, trying to assess the situation. His training kicked in, and he felt the chaotic emotions of the passengers mixing with the terror mingled with the hope.

"Pilot!" he shouted, rushing toward the cockpit where he could see the pilot struggling with controls. "What's happening?"

"Pirates!" the pilot yelled, sweat beading on his brow. "They've disabled our hyperdrive and are demanding we surrender."

Roman's heart sank. Pirates? In this corner of the galaxy? It wasn't unusual for rogue elements to prey on civilian vessels, but he had not expected to confront anything like this so soon after leaving his family.

He took a breath, centering himself in the Force. He could feel the pulse of danger vibrating through the ship. His senses tingled. "How far are we from the Jedi territory?"

"Too far for a quick escape," the pilot grimaced. "They're trying to board us."

There was no time for debate. Roman longed to draw his lightsaber, but he needed to remain strategic. "I'll handle the boarding. Send out a distress signal!"

Gritting his teeth, Roman rushed back into the passenger area, igniting his emerald lightsaber with a soft hum. The blade lit up the dim cabin, casting shadows that danced along the walls. As he reached the hatch, the sounds of cut metal screeched in protest; they were forcing their way aboard.

Tag: Kinsey Starchaser

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Kinsey was passed out in her hammock in the back of her modified u-wing. The spacer had one arm flung over her face to block out the secondary flashing shades of orange, soft blue, and yellow lighting of her ship. Her lithe form swung to the rhythm of the ship as she slept, dirty blonde hair feathered across her face. The shelf on the far wall with a few trinkets and a large amount of various teas rumbled as they exited hyperspace. Even asleep, Kinsey could sense where they were in space.

Came with the Starchaser bloodline.

She couldn't sense Pibs about to wake her up with a sharp BEEP BOOOOOOOOOP RRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWZZZZZZZZZTTTT.

Arm shifted away from her face and bright blue eyes snapped open.

"PibsIsaid twomorestandard hours," a hand dragged down her face as her legs swung over one side of the hammock. Her droid's bulbous body nudged her legs. "Alrighalrighalright. I'm up."

Sandy brows furrowed as she leaned over and read the message Pibs so urgently had to give her.

"Distress signal?" She frowned. "Pibs, you know I don't like getting invo-,"

BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Kinsey held up her hands and stood. "I get that it's close but-,"

ZZZZZZZZZttttttt BEEPBEEP boop

The spacer pinched the bridge of her nose and gave a long suffering sigh. "Okayokay. We'll go check it out at least. No promises." Running a hand through sleep-tousled hair, Kinsey took the few steps to the cockpit and slid in, hands going to grip the controls as she set in the coordinates of the shuttle's last transit. Index finger reached over and made sure their cloaking device was still enabled as the ship's engines responded to her guidance.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman stood at the hatch, every fiber of his being alive with the energy of the Force. The metallic screeching intensified as the pirates pressed against the bulkhead, their crude tools biting into the ship's frame. With a deep breath, he centered himself, channeling the calm that he had learned from his masters.

When the hatch finally buckled and burst open, three armed pirates stormed in, their faces obscured by rough, patched masks. They were wild and chaotic, eyes glinting with greed and adrenaline as they brandished their blasters.

"Get back!" Roman shouted, raising his lightsaber, the emerald blade a beacon against the darkness. He executed a flourish, a reminder of his training, defying the terror that would otherwise seep into his heart.

One pirate lunged at him, swinging a blaster like a club. Roman sidestepped with a fluid grace, using the Force to guide his movements. In one smooth motion, he brought his lightsaber down, disarming the assailant in a flash of sparks and shouting.

But as he turned to face the remaining two, he found himself surrounded. The other pirates, emboldened by their comrade's initial failure, aimed their weapons in unison, eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"You think a little glow stick will scare us?" one of them taunted, a hulking figure with a scar snaking down his cheek. The other smirked, tightening their grips on the blasters, sensing the rising tension in the air.

Tag: Kinsey Starchaser

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

"Get us a lock on that transport. Yeah, you know what to do," Kinsey responded to her pebbledrone's warbles and boops. Eyes narrowed on the viewport at the pirate's ship. It was much larger than the transport shuttle with its talons securely in the...was that an Alliance transport?

Pibs beeped.

"Yeah, I see it. Guavian Death Gang." Tongue ticked against the inside of her cheek as her lips thinned. As they got closer, the spacer narrowed her eyes, seeing the flash of a lightsider light-up the inside of the shuttle.

"Send a comm to the pilots and let them know we're friendly. Then bring us around." Kinsey fully faced the droid she'd been through the nine levels of mustfar and back with. "You are to blame for whatever happens next. Sticking your metallic nose in business where it doesn't belong."

Pibs canted its head to look at its pilot.

Kins stood from her spot in the cockpit and took a breath. She'd met a practitioner of the Aing-Tii monks years ago. He'd been a master, Je'gan. He and his wife, Tahira, had taught her a few things. She just didn't like to use it a lot. That kind of power?

Sent ripples across the 'verse. Drew in the wrong kinda folk. Kinsey checked her weapons one more time before centering herself then stepped forward - disappearing off her ship.

With a blip - she appeared as if stepping through the air itself behind that band of pirates that were circling that...teen? Kriff, he looked young. Younger and younger these days.

"The FETH," a pirate near her yelped as he turned, leveling his blaster at her. But Kinsey was already moving as she lobbed a flashgrenade toward the pirates, hands coming up to cover her ears and squeeze her eyes closed. She didn't know if that redhead with the lightsaber would see her do it and take the hint.

Either way, things were about to get interesting.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman felt the air crackle with tension as the pirates closed in on him, blasters raised and ready to unleash their fury. Just as he prepared to make his move against the hulking figure with the scar, there was a sudden blinding flash, color erupted in front of him like the first sparks of a supernova. His senses, accustomed to the whispers of the Force, were pure chaos now.

"What--?" he stammered, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. He instinctively lowered his guard, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the light.

When the afterimage faded, Roman squinted through the haze. He saw, to his astonishment, a figure appearing out of thin air behind the pirates. She moved with a sense of purpose and fluidity that stirred a strange familiarity within him, yet he recognized nothing about her. He blinked away the residual brightness, trying to focus, when a realization hit him; she was not one of the pirates.

"Who are--" he began, but the words were lost as the stranger launched a flash grenade into the fray, the blinding effect rippling around them. The pirates nearby staggered, one of them yelping in panic, their chaos momentarily interrupted.

Seizing the opportunity, Roman felt the rush of adrenaline propelling him backwards as he was dazed and confused. He stretched out with the Force, summoning both strength and calm. The two pirates stumbled, disoriented towards him, and he lunged toward the scar-faced brigand. With a crisp motion, he deflected the blaster bolt aimed at him back toward its owner. The shot struck the wall with a loud clang, showering sparks that reflected in Roman's emerald blade.

The scarred pirate, recovering from the flash and realizing the tide was turning, charged at Roman again.

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Tag: Kinsey Starchaser

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

The flash grenade did its trick.

The spacer dropped her hands and opened her eyes to see two pirates down, pawing at their ears. A third was standing still with his hands out. Eyes blinking rapidly. Blinded for the moment.

Kinsey saw the large pirate facing off with that kid.

A fourth pirate she hadn't seen leveled his blaster on her and fired. The crimson bolt buried itself in her left shoulder, the armor-weave taking the brunt of the damage. Still hurt like being trampled by a herd of stampeding banthas.

"Chit, not nice." Wrist shield snapped online, the circular, blue-tinted ionized radius humming in the air between them. The pirate smirked, his teeth gold and platinum and leveled his blaster on her again. Her shield took a hit and then another as she got out her own blaster.

"You good over there, Crimson?" Kinsey would call over her shoulder as if speaking to a long-time acquaintance.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman's brow furrowed as he parried another clumsy swing from the scarred pirate. He hadn't even registered the exchange of blaster fire, too focused on the immediate threat before him. "Crimson?" he echoed, a hint of confusion lacing his voice. "Who... who are you calling Crimson?"

He felt a strange mix of annoyance and curiosity. This stranger, with her sudden appearance and odd familiarity, had thrown him into a whirlwind of chaos. And now she was calling him a name he'd been called a million times before, like she knew him intimately. It was jarring, that name always being used to poke fun at him early in his life.

The scarred pirate roared, a guttural sound that echoed through the cramped space. Roman felt the Force surge through him, a calming presence amidst the chaos. He deflected the pirate's next attack, the emerald blade flashing in the dim light. He glanced back at the scene behind him, where the stranger was fending off another pirate with a strange shield.

"Who are you?" Roman said, his voice firm. He couldn't help but wonder what her game was. Was she really helping him, or was this some elaborate scheme he hadn't yet fathomed? He wasn't used to dealing with the machinations of the underworld, but this felt different; wilder, more unpredictable. And a little too personal for his liking.

More and more pirates began streaming in as Roman continued to try and dispatch them.

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Tag: Kinsey Starchaser

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Kinsey ducked by another blaster bolt and got off a few stunbolts at Mister Gold teeth. He grunted and went down as a bolt caught him square in the face. The spacer spun and fired at another pirate leveling his blaster at Crimson's back. The pirate crumpled forward.

"I'm Kinsey." As if that explained everything. "Got your distress signal," she grunted, and leveled her blaster on another pirate. He ducked and she got another bolt in her energy shield.

There was a warning beep on her wrist about the power-levels dropping.

"We can talk about nicknames on the fly later. Aw feth," she swore as more pirates began streaming through. A glance behind her. The main cabin was behind them. One more door and bulkhead. "We need to retreat and re-group unless you got some serious fire-power in your pockets, twinkletoes?"

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman ducked behind a row of seats, his mind racing as he caught his breath for a brief moment. Blaster fire continued to ricochet through the cramped main cabin of the civilian transport, and he could hear the panicked shouts of a few braver souls pressing against the far wall. With a deft flick of his wrist, he sent his emerald blade slicing through the air, deflecting another incoming bolt aimed at Kinsey, who was still valiantly fending off their relentless attackers.

"Twinkletoes?" he muttered under his breath, furrowing his brow in bemusement. The name felt even more absurd in the chaos of battle, yet it had struck a chord. Was she mocking him, or was Kinsey simply too bold to care for clever monikers? He could barely fathom how she had received his distress signal; it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to send it, hoping someone would respond.

"Hey, Kinsey!" he called out, taking a quick glance to ensure she was still in the fight. She was, firing another stun bolt that brought a pirate crashing to the ground, her focus unwavering. "Do you have a plan for this grand rescue of yours?" He kicked a fallen blaster out of the way, quickly taking aim as another pirate stumbled in.

With every passing moment, more of the ruthless crew poured into the room, drowning them in a sea of chaos. Roman's heart raced, not just from the surge of adrenaline but also from the uncertainty of their situation. "If we retreat back toward the bulkhead, can you give us cover while I think of something, we have no firepower."

As he spoke, Roman felt the wave of the Force wash over him again, giving him clarity amidst the madness. They needed a strategy, something besides shooting and running.

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Tag: Kinsey Starchaser

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Her shield took a few more hits as did her armor as she ducked behind an empty row of seats. They were outgunned and outmanned. She got a few more pot shots off.

"I'm more of a 'think of solutions in the moment' kind of gal," ducking her head, she fished out her comm. "Pibs. Can you bring the ship around and fire at that pirate ship?"

There were a few beeps on the other end.

"Yes, I mean VERY CAREFULLY."

Holstering her blaster, she stepped back into the aisle and threw her hands up. A force barrier tinted cerulean crackled to life in the air between them and the pirates.

"My ship is about to fire on theirs. That should help distract them a little." She strained but kept her arms up as well as that barrier between herself, the redhead, passengers and the pirates. "But I'm all ears to any plan you might have, kid."

 

[Roman Vossari]

Space | Civilian Shuttle
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kinsey Starchaser

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As the chaotic din of blaster fire and panicked shouts filled the air, Roman felt a surge of determination wash over him. The warm glow of the Force enveloped him, sharpening his focus on the task at hand. Kinsey's force barrier shimmered like a protective shield, and while it held for the moment, he knew they couldn't rely on it forever. The pirate crew was relentless--more were pouring into the cabin by the second.

He stole a quick glance at Kinsey. Her familiar bravado amidst the chaos inspired him. With renewed conviction, he shouted over the cacophony, "I'll be right back! Just hold them off!"

Quickly, he dashed for the bulkhead, ducking low to avoid stray shots and debris. His emerald lightsaber sliced through the air, deflecting a series of incoming blaster bolts, each humming past him as he moved with purpose. Roman's heart raced--not only from the adrenaline surging through him but also for the safety of the civilians pinned down by the all-out assault.

With agile movements, he reached the bulkhead door. "Let's see if we can turn the tide," he whispered to himself, gathering his resolve. The emergency controls were just on the other side, but he knew activating them would require a few seconds of solitude--something he couldn't afford.

He pressed against the cold metal of the bulkhead, feeling the vibrations of the ongoing skirmish reverberate through it. Roman closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out through the Force, sensing the chaos beyond the cabin. With a calm mind, he could feel the swirling energy of the impending conflict.

Just as he drew close to the control panel, a pirate burst into the corridor behind him. Without hesitation, Roman spun around, his saber igniting in a brilliant arc of green. The pirate stumbled back, narrowly avoiding a lethal strike as Roman used the momentum to leap through the door.

Inside the cramped emergency control room, his fingers found the emergency override switch. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he activated the gravity stabilizers. "Come on… come on!" Roman murmured, adjusting the settings with quick fingers. His mind raced with the looming possibility of an all-out ambush, but he would not falter now.

Moments later, he cut a cord to deactivate the gravitational stabilizers for the entire ship. A mechanical whir echoed, followed by a low hum vibrating through the hull. With a triumphant smile, he shot back into the main cabin just in time to witness the chaos unfold.

As the gravity inside the transport flicked off, the pirates, caught mid-attack, lost their footing. They began to float helplessly, wide-eyed and panicked, as they drifted away from their targets. Roman capitalized on the moment, his lightsaber flashing like a beacon as he swiftly cut down the closest pirates, feeling a surge of exhilaration course through him.

"Now's our chance!" he shouted back to Kinsey, who was maintaining her barrier and firing off shots with remarkable precision.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

"Not bad, kid!" She said through gritted teeth as her arms dropped, that force barrier dropping with it. Folding space and those other moves were starting to add up. She could feel her energy levels draining. And her feet began lifting off the deck as the pirates also rose into the air. Confusion and surprise clear on their scarred and varied faces. With a push of a switch on a band around her wrist, she activated the grav-clamps on her boots.

After a moment of suspension, her feet settled back securely on the ship's decking even as her light hair floated up wildly around her.

Taking aim, she fired at the pirates, picking them off pretty easily with the anti-grav. Their stunned bodies when hit would be sent flying back toward their brethren only to cause more chaos for them. Taking a deep breath, Kins sent a pulse of force energy forward, sending the conscious and unconscious pirates back toward the door they'd streamed from.

Pibs warbled on her wrist comm as her ship was brought around in the black space outside. Even from here, the cabin lit up as turbolasers buried into the attached pirate's ship. The transport vessel shuddering under the impacts. Even Kinsey could see the tide was turning. Some pirates were even scrambling back toward their own ship, probably on orders from the other end to retreat.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Civilian Shuttle
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kinsey Starchaser

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As Roman floated in the cabin, his heart still racing with exhilaration, he took a moment to collect himself. The chaotic blaster fire had morphed into a frenetic dance, the pirates momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift in gravity. Roman pushed off from a bulkhead, gliding awkwardly through the anti-grav field, trying to maneuver his large frame among the flailing bodies of civilians and the stunned pirates alike.

With every effort he made to steer himself, he felt like a fish out of water, an ungainly creature in the sea of weightlessness. Just as he gained some semblance of control, an errant pirate's foot caught him in the side, sending him spinning. Roman grimaced as he inadvertently swung toward a corner of the cabin, slamming his head against the metallic wall with a dull thud, a wave of discomfort washing over him.

Shaking off the pain, he caught a glimpse of Kinsey. There she was, cool and composed amidst the chaos, her hair floating around her like a halo. With uncanny precision, she sent a pulse of force energy toward the retreating pirates, pushing them back toward their ship. Roman marveled at her finesse—the way she moved was akin to a masterful painter, deftly layering strokes with each precise blast.

As the clamor of combat continued, Roman watched the pirates scramble to initiate their undocking sequence, a signal that victory might be near. The last of the enemy crew seemed to abandon their mission, retreating in disarray back to their ship. A tide of relief flooded Roman's chest, filling him with gratitude that they had survived this onslaught.

"Kinsey!" he called out, finally navigating his way toward her, feeling the anti-grav field aiding his movement. "You were amazing! I'm so thankful you showed up!"

With the pirates abandoning ship, a quiet began to settle in the cabin. The blaring alarm that had incessantly filled the air slowed, faltering, and finally ceased. Roman closed his eyes for a brief moment, reveling in the unexpected calm. Just then, a mechanical voice echoed through the intercom, "Emergency protocols activated."

Suddenly, the gravity switched back on. Roman braced himself, but it was too late. His large frame slammed down onto the cold metal floor with a heavy thud that echoed throughout the cabin. Embarrassed, he quickly pushed himself up, glancing around at the bemused faces of the others before turning back to Kinsey.

"Thanks again," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in a futile attempt to mask his embarrassment. "I'm Roman. I—" he paused, the weight of the day beginning to catch up with him, "I just hope that was the last of them."

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

As the last of the pirates left, confirmed by Pibs chattering over the comm, Kinsey holstered her blaster without much fanfare. No fancy spins. No flare for the dramatic. Just fluidly and simple. Like she'd done it a thousand times before.

A wince as she saw Roman hit the deck.

A click of a button on her wrist comm, de-activating her grav-boots and small energy shield. Folk were muttering and pointing as she walked past. Smiles of relief on their faces. The spacer ducked her head, discomfort dancing across her brow at the attention. Wearing fingerless gloves, a hand would shoot down offering the kid a hand up.

"Need a hand? And I dunno, Roman. Seems like these folks would've been in good hands without me." A lopsided grin in his direction. She'd help him up and release his hand just as quickly if he took it. "Pirates are hightailing it outta here. Where you all headed? Don't mind shadowing you for a bit in case they come back if you think you need me?"

Pibs would be proud of her. Offering to stay and help all on her own. The passengers around them were settling back down. A crew member from the cabin left and began checking to make sure where the pirates entered was sealed properly.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Civilian Shuttle​

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kinsey Starchaser

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Roman took a moment to steady himself before accepting Kinsey's hand. Her grip was firm and confident, a silent affirmation that she was every bit the capable fighter he had witnessed. As he rose to his feet, he brushed off the dust from his pants, casting a grateful glance at her.

"We're headed back to Coruscant. It was just a brief pit stop at home before resuming my duties. I'd definitely appreciate your company, at least until we're back in Alliance space. Better to have another set of eyes around, right?"

As the murmurs among the other passengers began to die down and they shuffled back to their seats, Roman couldn't help but study Kinsey more closely. There was an air about her, an understated confidence mixed with an edge of mystery. She was undeniably skilled, the way she had handled the situation with the pirates, but he had yet to place where she fit into the larger scheme of things.

"You handled everything well." he said, a curious eyebrow raised as he leaned against a support beam, as if daring her to reveal more. "But I can't say I've come across you before. The way you used the Force back there… You've had training, are you a Jedi?"

He watched her, intrigued. Roman had seen countless Force users in his time, each with their own story and path. Kinsey, however, held a different presence altogether, one he couldn't immediately categorize. She had blended seamlessly into the chaos, not with theatrics but with an easy, practiced precision that drew him in.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

"Not too far out of our way. We can manage it." That and she didn't want to deal with her droid's very loud moral compass if she chose to walk away. Her ship leveled out next to them, just off the portside passenger windows. An escort back to Coruscant.

Well, kriff. Alliance space.

While Roman leaned against a beam, Kinsey's gaze traveled back down to her gear. Stuff well-used and hodged and podged together as if she was a master tinker. A master-tinker at a second-hand store. A low snort at his assumption. Deep blue eyes with those tiny pinpricks of starbursts flickered up to meet his own.

"Definitely not a jedi. Don't really believe so much in the blacks and whites of that culture. Not a fit-in-the-box kind of girl." A glance back at the switch she'd need to fix on her grapplling hook. "No offense or anything but the 'verse is a lot bigger than alliance and sith. Darksiders and light. More than what is taught between holobooks and the classroom."

Kinsey wasn't shy about what her opinion was on any of the institutions around the 'verse and what she did and didn't believe in.

"How long you been with the Alliance?" Frowning, she snatched a rundown power source from her belt and strode to a charger running along the ship's bulkhead, popping it in. At least whatever they were teaching the kids these days, seemed to be working. Roman had handled himself well under pressure. Still, he seemed to like to white knight. And that was dangerous. That's what got them killed.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Civilian Shuttle​

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kinsey Starchaser

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Roman listened, a faint smile playing on his lips. He found her bluntness different, a stark contrast to the often-formal interactions he was accustomed to within the Alliance and especially the New Jedi Order. He supposed he only really knew what he was taught, within the box that she claimed to be outside of. "I suppose you're right, the 'verse is a lot bigger than what we're taught," he agreed, nodding slowly.

He watched her move with a practiced ease around the shuttle. "I've been with the Alliance, or rather, the Jedi Order, since I was ten years old." he replied, his gaze softening slightly. "So, pretty much my whole life." He couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity about how her life had unfolded, how she had learned to navigate the galaxy outside of the established paths. "I imagine you've had a different kind of training, a different kind of teacher."

"If you weren't taught within that box... how did you learn all of this?" he asked, leaning further against a support beam. Curiosity flickered in his eyes. "Where did you find your path, your understanding of the Force and the wider galaxy?"

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

"Ten years old, that's young. You following in your parents' footsteps or somethin'?" Lowering herself to the decking, she crossed her legs and began rummaging in the tool pouches a long her waist, taking out a hydrospanner. Bright blue eyes flickered up to Roman's before she began fiddling with a panel from the gadgets around her wrist.

Little zaps of sparks flew into the air as she worked.

A low chuckle at his next question.

"You really wanna know?" A flicker of her eyes upward again to meet his own. A small shake of her head. This time a rueful grin on her face, snagging at the scoundrel's smirk. "I was born on a colony ship. Didn't have much. Born with a last name that was too known and dangerous around the 'verse and it put a target on my back. How did I learn all this?"

She waved at the air with her hydrospanner before bringing it back to her wrist shield. "Through a lot of stupid mistakes and hard lessons' learned. Through meeting folks along the way that I was lucky enough to run across. Or unlucky enough." Some would say it was the force. Destiny. But Kins didn't believe in all that. The force was what you made of it.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Civilian Shuttle​

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kinsey Starchaser

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Roman's voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he finally answered Kinsey's question. "No, just doing as they had planned, but---" His train of thought sputtered out as she continues to rummage and tinker with the panel, sparks flashing out at the both of him..

Her story, a whirlwind of colony ships and dangerous heritage, was a stark contrast to his own. Roman struggled to reconcile the image of a sheltered Jedi Padawan with the life Kinsey described. A colony ship? An infamous last name? He couldn't even begin to imagine the trials and tribulations she must have faced.

"I suppose a lot could be learned through hard lessons," he agreed, a hint of awe in his voice as he watched her work. Her confidence, her ease with technology and the Force, spoke volumes. "You seem more than capable..."

His curiosity, however, was piqued. He had to know more. "What is your last name?" he asked carefully, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would I have heard of your family?" The question was laced with a cautious eagerness, a desire to better understand the woman who had so quickly shattered his preconceived notions of the galaxy and its people. The name itself felt important, a key perhaps to understanding the source of her unique strength and resilience.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

With a click and another spark, she'd fixed her wrist shield. The energy would need to re-charge but at least once it did, it would be functional again. Or it should be. Tools went back in their place along her belt. A cock of her head and look upward back to the kid.

A pregnant pause as she considered his request.

Her Uncle wasn't as prolific as he once was. There was a chance Roman wouldn't even know. His disappointment might spark her relief. Folk had a lot of strong opinions about Coren. There was also a time bounties were tied to that name. Kinsey had run away for so long, buried herself so deep, she had no idea what the atmosphere was like around that name anymore. At least she was going to see her cousin soon enough. Get a feel again for that pulse.

"Would I have heard of your family?"

"Dunno," she uncrossed her legs and stood, leaning against the bulkhead as she glanced around at the passengers again before settling her sights back on Roman. "I've got a lot of family out there but have been out of touch with them. My Uncle was a pretty big name back in his day. At the forefront of all the wars not unlike Valery Noble is now. His name is Coren. Coren Starchaser ."

And her last name.

There was a crackle over the comms as the pilots spoke from the cockpit.

"Republic transport inbound in a few minutes. Looks like we'll have a guaranteed smooth ride the rest of the way, folks."

Kins smiled. It was good news. And she didn't feel like sticking around to answer the questions that the Republic was sure to pepper her with.

"What about you? You happy where you're at? Think you'll be with the Alliance for awhile?"