Heart Breaker and Life Taker
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To say that Hilal is in a foul mood would be an understatement.
The meeting over the Mandalorian's plan of attack went smoothly except for a certain, stinking Jedi who waltzed in unannounced. The Jedi claimed that she was invited but to come in and desecrate the land in which the Mandalorians worked so hard to build with her presence just didn't sit right with Hilal. The Mandalorians and the Jedi were bitter rivals even going to war multiple times throughout their history. Sure, the Sith were worse and the Mandalorians agreed to help but for fuck's sake did they have to intrude on their sanctuary like that?! The worst part is, she was no ordinary Jedi she was
Valery Noble
considered to be some God amongst all Jedi. Hilal remembered watching the Holo Tv interview with Holly Starstorm. The young woman almost gagged watching how stuck up Valery was it was repulsive. The way she carried herself: Aloof, thinking that she was morally superior than everyone around her. Just one look at her face, told Hilal everything she needed to know about the stuck up Jedi.
"And her face looks ugly too." Hilal muttered walking through the alleyway. "It looks like if a Waampa sat on it. Stupid Valery she things she's sssssoooooo cool. Lemme tell ya something, she's an utter chit. Just because the Alliance is willing to worship her doesn't mean she's an egoistical blowhard!"
"Hey!" A man yelled from a distance. "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"
"Sorry!" Hilal nervously giggled while she scurried straight for her shop.
"Fucking hell," Hilal looked over the mess side stepping one of the malfunctioning R2 Units
Hex
bought from the junkyard as she began to make preparations for the long trip to Tython. Grunting, Hilal swiped the datapad from the table checking on the status on her Armor. "Repulsor Pack is having difficulty adapting," Hilal grumbled. "I thought I made a breakthrough......." Shaking her head, the young woman grabbed the Hydrospanner and approached her armor. "One of many repairs." Hilal with sadness in her voice. "The shifter broke in my armor again."
Valery Noble
To say that Hilal is in a foul mood would be an understatement.
The meeting over the Mandalorian's plan of attack went smoothly except for a certain, stinking Jedi who waltzed in unannounced. The Jedi claimed that she was invited but to come in and desecrate the land in which the Mandalorians worked so hard to build with her presence just didn't sit right with Hilal. The Mandalorians and the Jedi were bitter rivals even going to war multiple times throughout their history. Sure, the Sith were worse and the Mandalorians agreed to help but for fuck's sake did they have to intrude on their sanctuary like that?! The worst part is, she was no ordinary Jedi she was

"And her face looks ugly too." Hilal muttered walking through the alleyway. "It looks like if a Waampa sat on it. Stupid Valery she things she's sssssoooooo cool. Lemme tell ya something, she's an utter chit. Just because the Alliance is willing to worship her doesn't mean she's an egoistical blowhard!"
"Hey!" A man yelled from a distance. "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"
"Sorry!" Hilal nervously giggled while she scurried straight for her shop.
"Fucking hell," Hilal looked over the mess side stepping one of the malfunctioning R2 Units

