There were no such weights on Keva's conscious, she had her personal mission and little else truly weighing down her soul. The old convictions drilled into her skull since she was a mere child discarded along with the vast majority of her gear when she had decided that mission was not going to be achieved by the Chiss nor the CEDF. And without these chains or strings she had little issue slipping away to the vastness of Nar Shadda. Truly the only trouble was finding suitable attire for the meeting, places to hide weapons, a distress beacon, and whatever other whatnots if the Ascendancy had come to remove a loose end.
Bumbling her way through fractured Basic a ship was acquired that ferried her off to the seedy cousin of Coruscant. Traversing was not hard, it took one look at her scars to make many of the cowardly trash that called this place home to back away, a thankful thing considering just how utterly disgusting the meeting place was. No one would look, if one positive could be given to the sorry excuse of a Cantina.
Heading through the doors the rather unassuming Chiss woman entered, even though things had changed to some extent: older, longer hair, basic little traits that could be expected from such an absence from the Ascendancy too much immediately marked her as the same foolhardy solider from before: a confident stride to her step, unmistakable scars given by the Vagaari raiders, and watchful eyes that always seemed to be planning, plotting, observing.
She took her spot next to the Commando, or at least, that was what Keva remembered the woman as. Truthfully she was just happy to finally be able to speak her native tongue once again, so much easier.
"I'm not going to kill you."
Basic reassurance never hurt anymore.
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