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Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav'

Location: Mandalore

Sav looked up into the sky waving as the old ship that his parents had used to drop him off took off. It wasn't easy leaving his parents, but it was something he knew he wanted to do, something he had to do. He turned around once it was far enough off in the distance as he took a deep breath as he began his way out along the city of Mandalore. His eyes filled with wonder, and a massive smile on his face. He would watch each being as he walked by, each one of a different species, and so much noise. He couldn't believe it, he hadn't been planet side in months since the last time they stopped to sell things. But now he was going to most likely be planetside much more than he had ever anticipated. He began to walk by what he assumed was a bar, looking through one of the windows as he passed by he saw a few people looking like they were having some choice words with each other.

He wasn't a stranger to conflict, after all there was that time on Courscant. But he merely shrugged it off and headed to wherever the crowd was going. After following them for awhile he found where they were going, what looked to be some type of trade district. His eyes big with wonder, but so many people calling out for him. "Hey kid over here!" On yelled, but he ignored it. His eyes were locked ahead of him as he passed by some type of fruit vendor towards an Espirion with a couple others sitting behind him trying to sell a Band limiter to the man. "I'll give you this Band limiter real cheap, my friends and I here will sell it to you for... say, 10000 credits."

Sav seemed to tilt his head as the man buying it was reaching into his pocket "You know that those are worth about half that amount... right?" He asked the Espirion selling it. The second he opened his mouth, the other two who were sitting behind this one stood up. The man looked at Sav and then back and nodded and spoke, "Yeah... what are you trying to do rip me off? I'll go somewhere else!" he put the part down as he walked off. Sav shrugged as he began to continue to walk. "Hey kid! You know... you owe me 10000 credits." The salesman said. Sav looked back and shook his head, "Oh sorry sir, I don't want it either. It's a bit expensive for my taste as well."

"Are you trying to play games with me boy?" The Espirion walked forward from his booth as did the others.

"Uh no." Sav said with a smile still on his face, "I'm sure there is plenty of games we could play though, but i'm not interested in playing any right now, I gotta find where to conscript into the -" Sav would be cut off. "NO!" the Espirion yelled at him. "SHUT UP!"

He took a deep breath as the others started to surround Sav, others beginning to look. Sav began to back up. "You owe me 10000 credits because you cost me 10000 credits by convincing that man to leave. That's how it works here... so either give it over. Or we are going to take it."

"Sorry, I'm not sure that's how that works though. You should just put your prices lower, then he'd probably have stayed" Sav said with a smile as he patted the Espirion on the shoulder, "But I hope you have a good day! Maybe another one will want to take your Band Limiter!"

Sav began to walk away, as the Espirion looked over at him. "Get him." he said, Sav was still keen enough to keep an eye on them and the second the other two started chasing him he took off in a sprint through the crowd.
(Music for this part of the post: youtube.com/watch?v=eRWR_k3rw1I)

He weaved by each being and person he could, these three hot on his tail as he began to go faster. He had no idea where he was going but it was away from these three. He didn't quite understand where things had gone wrong, but already his life was much more exciting than it had been. He looked up though and saw a line of people standing waiting to get something, no time to look at if it was just a grocery store or what it was though. Sliding underneath some species' legs, he cut straight through the line of people that had stood in front of him. He stopped on the other side and took a deep breath looking back. "Alright. I think I lost th- oh shit." he was saying as the three pushed their way through the line making a loud ruckus as they did. Sav continued to run as he turned down an alley and then another, weaving through a few men in armor and even past some people in some bathrobes.

He would find himself soon though turning to his right and finding a dead end. "That's it we've got him!" the Espirion yelled out. Sav though jumped up onto some type of circular support beam it seemed as he climbed to the top of the building that had a flat roof on it. He looked down as the 3 were still chasing after him.

"It's just a a Band Limiter guys, come on!" Sav yelled as he began to run again as soon as these guys got to the top of the building. Jumping to the next building that was close by he continued to do that, jumping from building to building as these guys followed him. One of them finally stopped and pulled out a knife as they closed in following from building to building, Sav heard the footsteps get closer as he continued to run. The next building was far away. But he could make it, he had to, he didn't even pause he felt something inside of his body tell him to jump as he leaped it almost seemed as if something was pushing him forward as if something other than himself was helping him move, and landed going to a knee on the other building. He looked back as the Epsirions had stopped and were staring at him. They seemed almost in shock and anger, the jump was really about 15 feet. He hadn't thought it was that hard of a jump to make. The Epsirions were still yelling at him but at least now he wasn't being chased, though they had probably made a ton of noise. He would stick to the rooftops for a bit longer not going down just in case they were there. But after awhile he finally had jumped off the roof to the ground. He landed right next to a Mandalorian with his full armor on who seemed to be staring at him as well as quite a few others and a few other passersby. Theyseemed to just stare at Sav for coming from the roof.

"What? " Sav asked looking around, he then looked at the Mandalorians and their armor and seemed to get a big glow of excitement. "Oh, cool! How can I get one of those?!" Sav exclaimed pointing at the helmet that the Mandalorian was wearing.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav'

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Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav'

| Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav' |

| Age |

19

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes, leans heavily more to the light side of the force but is unaware of his force abilities.

| {Appearance} |

Sav is about 6 foot and weighs about 189 pounds, he often times has a smile on his face and is also generally more greasy. While he does clean himself and shave what little stubble he has, most of his clothes have a stain of some sort on them and you can often find dirt and oil stains over his face after he's been working or out scrapping. He has a light brown/red hair yet no freckles. His eyes are a nice warm brown. He also has a fake front tooth.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Sav was given two weapons, a blaster and an old almost antique blaster rifle from Alderaan. Both of these came from his dad who helped him pack.
Also he holds a pendant with a holo of a beautiful woman on it, he found it one day while scrapping in space and keeps it on him just in case they ever meet, as he intends to marry her. He also had found a small tiara as well that he keeps with him, hoping it belongs to her and that she will reward him handsomely when he finds her and returns it.


Along with that he has another pendant with writing on the inside that simply says "When life gets hard, remember to just do your best"
In his bag he has about 4 different sets of clothing that he tends to mix and match, and a few different pieces of scrap metal, specifically lucky pieces that he's found throughout the Galaxy that he sees as particularly lucky. He has found a few holocrons along his way as well, a couple that have random stories, and some that has had learning material.

Also he has a few tools, some of them are actually good and working, others are a bit more rusty and require to be smacked a couple times to get to work.

| {Physical Abilities} |

He is pretty good at endurance and somewhat strong, he can definitely carry his weight in scrap metal, but don't expect him to be able to bench press another human or win consistently at an arm wrestling competition, in other words in a feat of strength he will lose quite often. But he makes up for it with his agility and speed.

| {Force Abilities} |

None at this time

| {Limitations} |

He isn't very aware of situations around him. Growing up not really in society, he doesn't understand many social norms. He also has a really bad time at reading a room of what should and shouldn't be said or what should or shouldn't be done.

Eager: Along with that he has a tendency to charge head first into problems, not thinking of other things he could do to get out of problems. Often times charging headlong into a problem and making it worse.

He also is still not that strong in physical combat, he is more scrappy than a trained in hand to hand combat as well. Additionally he tends to try to do things that look cool as he is in search of fame than anything else.

Bad shot at a long range: Weak in long distance fighting, something about sniping just doesn't quite work well with him.

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| {Personality} |

Sav is rather friendly, in fact, he is very friendly. He gives most people a glass half full type of view, expecting most people to be trying their absolute best in the circumstance that they find themselves in. Often times fun loving, he really tries his best to act like the cool person and like he is able to do cool things as he searches for fame. Not for his own well being but to make his parents proud. He is loyal to a fault in that he generally will stand up for his friends a lot.

He believes that there is good in most people but some cannot be saved. That being said, he would rather never have to fight his friends if they turned, he'd rather walk away from them and their situation hoping to never have to deal with them again. Though that is partially due to his own sense of morality that he holds dear. Some things that may not be larger a deal for others are a big deal for him. Like stealing for example, he will despise anyone who is a thief in his eyes.

A generally happy man, he is pretty innocent all things considered, not knowing much about social constructs or standards. He tends to say whatever is on his mind.

As explained earlier, he is a fame seeker, not to become famous for money, but to show his parents that he could make something of himself and make them proud.

With his friends he is very playful, often times challenging people to wrestling matches, even if he knows he will lose. Seeing friends as not just a way to help him train but to help him learn as he seeks to become the best version of himself and protect those he cares about.

He isn’t used to having others besides his parents so most people who he becomes friends with he attaches pretty quickly, he doesn’t have anything like an attachment disorder, but he is definitely not shy about expressing how he feels to people.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born just before his family left civilian life to become scrappers, he grew up on a ship, going from battlezone to battlezone, planet to planet, searching for any type of scrap that they could salvage and fix or sell for a cheap profit. His upbringing was rather wholesome where his parents kept away from the more dangerous areas until he was older. Homeschooled and would watch the galactic news stations when he was too energized to fall asleep, most of his life he spent it on a ship and fixing things and selling things or watching his parents do so.

| {Background} |

Born to an unnoteable family Sav’s history is filled with adventure and excitement. Not because he did anything special, or his family did anything special, but because he got to travel and help his parents begin to scrap. Starting from a young age he was able to head to a planet where a recent battle had taken place between the Republic and CIS (Pre Knightfall) for his first ‘dangerous’ scrapping job. It is there that he found his first taste of action as he shot a battle droid that was still very much operational. After which he buried the battle droid, feeling sorry for it and having to do such a thing. But after all it was threatening his family and he had to protect them. Later his dad informed him of the fact that the droids weren’t actual life forms, and that taking a life is sometimes necessary in this universe.

Continuing through his life he would travel throughout space, and the different planets of the republic and universe trying to gather whatever he could with his parents, whether it was minerals, parts, or anything of the sort. During which time he spent quite a bit helping his dad fix up the ship on a regular basis. It didn’t always look pretty but it always came together. His mom would coordinate where to go while he and his Dad tended to help pilot the ship and their excavations. As he grew older his mom would tell him about famous jedi, and soldiers as well as other stories. He always liked the idea of becoming one of these stories that his mother could tell his grandchildren. He would tell his mother that one day he was going to be that hero in the story that did something amazing. Some day his name would be on the holocron that is read to children.

As he grew older he became much better at scrapping, repairing, and of course shooting as well. Things seemed to flow pretty naturally for him for the most part, his life was good as he didn’t expect fancy, or to make millions, he just enjoyed his trade and the time he spent doing it.

Him and his parents ran across a crashed ship in space, it had it’s sides completely blown out. This is where he found the beautiful holo locket of a woman and a tiara as well. He searched the ship but couldn’t find traces of anybody, so he swore to himself he would find this girl and marry her. Not to become a prince if she was a princess, but because she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Thanks to the hyper aggression of some factions he had to learn at least to be somewhat silent when he was told. But often times he decided that the best option was to just take what he wanted and run as fast as he could. Afterall, who is going to run after someone taking some metal pipes? This got him in trouble with his parents quite a bit as there was multiple times where they’d be leaving the planet or the area under blaster fire. This lead to his fight on the planet Courscant one day. As his family was selling things he decided to go into a now abandoned building looking for anything he could take. Doing so he ran into a man who was now threatening to leave or else. Seeing this as his chance to be the hero he took out his blaster to show the man he meant business. The man then pulled his blaster rifle and pointed it at him. Sav now was scared and he realized he’d never shot anyone before. But he had to act, he jumped to the side as the man shot and fired, the blaster missed and hit a piece of metal that was barely holding up. This caused the large steel beam to fall and land ontop of the man who was firing at him and wasn’t hearing the falling over the blaster sounds. It was a surreal moment, he felt awesome even though he didn’t think of it, and it was his first kill, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man at the same time.

Not too long after that he decided it was time for him to make a name for himself. Asking his parents to take him to Mandalor, his parents happily were okay with that, his father gave him his old blaster and his great grandfather’s old blaster rifle as well. He took his lucky trinkets and put them into his bag. His mom provided him with a small lunch for that day and some extra credits to take care of himself. Once on Mandalor, his parents hugged and kissed him goodbye as he promised them, one more time, he would one day, become the hero of those stories.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav'

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Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav'

| Saveld Caldrassir 'Sav' |

| Age |

19

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

[hr.]
| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes, leans heavily more to the light side of the force but is unaware of his force abilities.

| {Appearance} |

Sav is about 6 foot and weighs about 189 pounds, he often times has a smile on his face and is also generally more greasy. While he does clean himself and shave what little stubble he has, most of his clothes have a stain of some sort on them and you can often find dirt and oil stains over his face after he's been working or out scrapping. He has a light brown/red hair yet no freckles. His eyes are a nice warm brown. He also has a fake front tooth.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Sav was given two weapons, a blaster and an old almost antique blaster rifle from Alderaan. Both of these came from his dad who helped him pack.
Also he holds a pendant with a holo of a beautiful woman on it, he found it one day while scrapping in space and keeps it on him just in case they ever meet, as he intends to marry her. He also had found a small tiara as well that he keeps with him, hoping it belongs to her and that she will reward him handsomely when he finds her and returns it.


Along with that he has another pendant with writing on the inside that simply says "When life gets hard, remember to just do your best"
In his bag he has about 4 different sets of clothing that he tends to mix and match, and a few different pieces of scrap metal, specifically lucky pieces that he's found throughout the Galaxy that he sees as particularly lucky. He has found a few holocrons along his way as well, a couple that have random stories, and some that has had learning material.

Also he has a few tools, some of them are actually good and working, others are a bit more rusty and require to be smacked a couple times to get to work.

| {Physical Abilities} |

He is pretty good at endurance and somewhat strong, he can definitely carry his weight in scrap metal, but don't expect him to be able to bench press another human or win consistently at an arm wrestling competition, in other words in a feat of strength he will lose quite often. But he makes up for it with his agility and speed.

| {Force Abilities} |

None at this time

| {Limitations} |

He isn't very aware of situations around him. Growing up not really in society, he doesn't understand many social norms. He also has a really bad time at reading a room of what should and shouldn't be said or what should or shouldn't be done.

Eager: Along with that he has a tendency to charge head first into problems, not thinking of other things he could do to get out of problems. Often times charging headlong into a problem and making it worse.

He also is still not that strong in physical combat, he is more scrappy than a trained in hand to hand combat as well. Additionally he tends to try to do things that look cool as he is in search of fame than anything else.

Bad shot at a long range: Weak in long distance fighting, something about sniping just doesn't quite work well with him.

[hr.]
| {Personality} |

Sav is rather friendly, in fact, he is very friendly. He gives most people a glass half full type of view, expecting most people to be trying their absolute best in the circumstance that they find themselves in. Often times fun loving, he really tries his best to act like the cool person and like he is able to do cool things as he searches for fame. Not for his own well being but to make his parents proud. He is loyal to a fault in that he generally will stand up for his friends a lot.

He believes that there is good in most people but some cannot be saved. That being said, he would rather never have to fight his friends if they turned, he'd rather walk away from them and their situation hoping to never have to deal with them again. Though that is partially due to his own sense of morality that he holds dear. Some things that may not be larger a deal for others are a big deal for him. Like stealing for example, he will despise anyone who is a thief in his eyes.

A generally happy man, he is pretty innocent all things considered, not knowing much about social constructs or standards. He tends to say whatever is on his mind.

As explained earlier, he is a fame seeker, not to become famous for money, but to show his parents that he could make something of himself and make them proud.

With his friends he is very playful, often times challenging people to wrestling matches, even if he knows he will lose. Seeing friends as not just a way to help him train but to help him learn as he seeks to become the best version of himself and protect those he cares about.

He isn’t used to having others besides his parents so most people who he becomes friends with he attaches pretty quickly, he doesn’t have anything like an attachment disorder, but he is definitely not shy about expressing how he feels to people.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born just before his family left civilian life to become scrappers, he grew up on a ship, going from battlezone to battlezone, planet to planet, searching for any type of scrap that they could salvage and fix or sell for a cheap profit. His upbringing was rather wholesome where his parents kept away from the more dangerous areas until he was older. Homeschooled and would watch the galactic news stations when he was too energized to fall asleep, most of his life he spent it on a ship and fixing things and selling things or watching his parents do so.

| {Background} |

Born to an unnoteable family Sav’s history is filled with adventure and excitement. Not because he did anything special, or his family did anything special, but because he got to travel and help his parents begin to scrap. Starting from a young age he was able to head to a planet where a recent battle had taken place between the Republic and CIS (Pre Knightfall) for his first ‘dangerous’ scrapping job. It is there that he found his first taste of action as he shot a battle droid that was still very much operational. After which he buried the battle droid, feeling sorry for it and having to do such a thing. But after all it was threatening his family and he had to protect them. Later his dad informed him of the fact that the droids weren’t actual life forms, and that taking a life is sometimes necessary in this universe.

Continuing through his life he would travel throughout space, and the different planets of the republic and universe trying to gather whatever he could with his parents, whether it was minerals, parts, or anything of the sort. During which time he spent quite a bit helping his dad fix up the ship on a regular basis. It didn’t always look pretty but it always came together. His mom would coordinate where to go while he and his Dad tended to help pilot the ship and their excavations. As he grew older his mom would tell him about famous jedi, and soldiers as well as other stories. He always liked the idea of becoming one of these stories that his mother could tell his grandchildren. He would tell his mother that one day he was going to be that hero in the story that did something amazing. Some day his name would be on the holocron that is read to children.

As he grew older he became much better at scrapping, repairing, and of course shooting as well. Things seemed to flow pretty naturally for him for the most part, his life was good as he didn’t expect fancy, or to make millions, he just enjoyed his trade and the time he spent doing it.

Him and his parents ran across a crashed ship in space, it had it’s sides completely blown out. This is where he found the beautiful holo locket of a woman and a tiara as well. He searched the ship but couldn’t find traces of anybody, so he swore to himself he would find this girl and marry her. Not to become a prince if she was a princess, but because she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Thanks to the hyper aggression of some factions he had to learn at least to be somewhat silent when he was told. But often times he decided that the best option was to just take what he wanted and run as fast as he could. Afterall, who is going to run after someone taking some metal pipes? This got him in trouble with his parents quite a bit as there was multiple times where they’d be leaving the planet or the area under blaster fire. This lead to his fight on the planet Courscant one day. As his family was selling things he decided to go into a now abandoned building looking for anything he could take. Doing so he ran into a man who was now threatening to leave or else. Seeing this as his chance to be the hero he took out his blaster to show the man he meant business. The man then pulled his blaster rifle and pointed it at him. Sav now was scared and he realized he’d never shot anyone before. But he had to act, he jumped to the side as the man shot and fired, the blaster missed and hit a piece of metal that was barely holding up. This caused the large steel beam to fall and land ontop of the man who was firing at him and wasn’t hearing the falling over the blaster sounds. It was a surreal moment, he felt awesome even though he didn’t think of it, and it was his first kill, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man at the same time.

Not too long after that he decided it was time for him to make a name for himself. Asking his parents to take him to Mandalor, his parents happily were okay with that, his father gave him his old blaster and his great grandfather’s old blaster rifle as well. He took his lucky trinkets and put them into his bag. His mom provided him with a small lunch for that day and some extra credits to take care of himself. Once on Mandalor, his parents hugged and kissed him goodbye as he promised them, one more time, he would one day, become the hero of those stories.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Natasha Dubrovnik

Natasha had been continuing to fire at the three mysterious beings who seemed to be almost impervious to getting hit. She cursed under her breath, though she was good at fighting even in mid-range combat, she preferred time to take her shot. She knew if she could just take a moment to take a shot that everything would be fine, and go exactly as she needed to, she'd be able to hit someone in the head, she would be praised and then she would take care of the next guy. These buffoons were ruining her whole day. She thought to herself, I'll show them, I'll show them all what exactly can happen when you anger, Natasha Dubrovni- she paused as she heard the captain's orders to fire the ship's weapons, her eyes widening at the thought of the weapons firing in such a hangar. She decided this was the best time to get away from the hangar doors and stop firing.

She crouched and heard the screeching, "I can fix that later" she'd say aloud to no one in particular as the weapons moved. She waited and when she heard them fire, a grin came across her face. She stood back up and as the doors were closing she took a peak. ""Oh what the actual fuck?!" She'd yell; aiming her blaster to take one more shot at them. But it was too late the door was closed. She sighed as she holstered her weapons and leaned back against a wall and took a deep sigh. She instantly made a note of each being in the hangar at the time, from the women who got bodied by the wall to the boy and his dog. Even Skylar who she figured would have crumbled in the combat. She shook her head at herself, if she had just hit a shot, she wasn't sure how they seemed to not care about the flash bomb she had thrown out but that was a matter for a different day.

Natasha was somewhat listening to Solace when she heard the blaster fire, instantly she pulled her blaster again in the direction of where it came from, but not at Solace at wherever she was shooting. Expecting some type of combat. But rather she just saw the dead boy and dog. she looked around her eyes narrowed as she saw where the women that had gotten smashed into the wall, she wasn't there anymore. She would show up eventually, unless she decided to jump out of the airlock. She could hear the engines beginning to work but she thought to herself that the engines might need a bit of work. "I should work on that when I get a chance, these engines should be booting up quicker." she'd say again to no one in particular.

Looking up at Solace as she spoke to everyone. Raising her eyebrows at the comment. "I'll do whatever, but I didn't do anything wrong, Captain." she'd say sounding as innocent as possible, smiling and batting her eyes at Solace for a moment before she turned gingerly now, as she walked towards the boy and the dog. "I'll help with the weapon count, but i'll take care of these two. Don't you worry. And, you are right about five-toes. I'm not going to let him cook a dog and have me eat it. I have my morals to think about." she'd say as she grinned and winked at the crew. She turned her back to the crew and then bent down as she picked up the dog and the boy. Somehow this small girl was easily able to pick them up one in each hand. Little did those who did not know her know, that she had cybernetics running up her back and her arms increasing her strength and agility, it was always a surprise to some. But most were probably distracted with the Twi`lek and the others that had boarded the ship. She turned as she began walking towards the door.

"Don't worry i'll give them a proper burial... I'll show them what the outside of the airlock looks like." Natasha would say gingerly and with an innocent sounding voice. Her plan was simple, she was going to drop these two out of the airlock when they take off, then when she got the chance she could count the guns. Or, go fix the ship's guns and engines. After that... she had some planning to do. Not to mention during this whole thing her bracer was vibrating her arm. Her contact has another contract for her, so she will need to figure out where the crew was going next to see if this was a contract she could take.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Natasha Dubrovnik

Natasha stared down the hall. Her heart racing as she continued to hear noise and shouting coming from up ahead. She moved closer, it was a slow pace that she moved. She could feel her breath, she could feel the air going over her skin. She had no pheromones leaving her body. She had a completely different demeanor than normal. She stared as she got closer and closer, her finger twitching lightly on the trigger of the blaster. She turned to see Skylar and almost growled at her, "Hey... little girl, come on those who stay far behind find themselves shot all too often." she'd say moving forward again slowly her mind racing as she prepared herself. As she moved she went back there once again, it may have been something that she had said but she wasn't aware of it, she was back there for just a moment.

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"Come on Natasha. Those who stay far behind often find themselves shot!" A human man said.
"That doesn't make any sense." Natasha would bark back at the man.
"It really isn't young one, often times the people who stay in the back either get too comfortable and get attacked from their blindspot... or they wind up doing something that gets everyone to pay attention to them. Or even worse than that." The human turned around and pointed the gun at her as Natasha yelped and dropped her gun. "You make a noise and scare your team so they turn and shoot." he'd say with a grin. "Given that doesn't always happen. In fact that is probably less likely, but it's always a chance! That's why I say it little one. I don't want you to be the victim of chance."
" Hey! I am never going to be a victim!" Natasha yelled at the man, "besides one of these days i'll make my own rules and I won't have to listen to your dumb ones!"

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Natasha scoffed at the whole situation. Now she was quoting the geezer. She continued to walk towards the cargo bay she waas near the door now. She quickly turned into the bay to see the chaos, and the whole scene. She wasn't sure how to respond so she justtod there gun pointed in the general direction of the door. Her eyes darting from being to being to the.... that was a bomb, that wasn't just any bomb... "What in the hell is happening?!" she'd exclaim looking at it as it made it's way up the ramp. "What in the fucking... hell..." it was all she seemed to be able to get out before sighing realizing the situation was under somewhat control and seeing that Solace was here made her comfortable enough to holster her weapon. But the command by Solace made it obvious, they were leaving. She turned and if Skylar was there she would chuckle, " Well if you want to actually join nows a good time as any to ask the captain, 322." she'd say mocking Skylar once more as she seemed to relax in the doorway for a moment.

"Unless don't tell me you were expecting everyone on the ship to play child games and be enjoyable to be around, because if that was the case then you might as well leave... actually... if you stay too much longer without a decision..." she would lean in to whisper towards Skylar "They might just consider you a stowaway, and that wouldn't be good for anyone."

She would turn back and begin to walk into the cargo bay. That’s when the hangar doors opened and the blaster fire began to echo in the hangar. She saw the three walking the way of the ship. As she automatically pulled out the E-11 Blaster Rifle she had just holstered on her back. She would fire a couple pot shots back growling at the situation. She looked at the three and seeing the rotary cannon knew this wasn’t going to be good. She quickly took cover as the three began their attack. Grabbing a flash grenade from her belt she would yell to those on the ship, "This is gonna get loud and bright!." she said. It wasn’t like it was an actual explosion that could cause some issues but she saw little cover between the 3 beings walking towards them. The mandalorian and that rotary cannon were going to be an issue, a LARGE issue. She had been holding the flash bomb as it was charging to explode, couldn’t allow them much time to respond.

Throwing the bomb; she quickly took cover from it, waiting for the flash of the light that it would release and the loud sound it would emit. There was no actual danger in an explosion thankfully and it was in that moment she remembered once more.

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A large Mandalorian stood over a young Natasha, “Remember, when everything goes to shit, if you are in a fight, the fight always is decided by momentum.” The mandalorian set down a little toy it seemed as Natasha tilted her head at it. It was like a cradle with balls hanging from it all touching each other. He lifted one of the balls and let go as it smashed into the line of balls the ball on the other end of the line would then move up and back down crashing and making the original first one move again. Natasha seemed to watch it for a moment before looking at the Mandalorian. “In battle, often times things go like this toy, back and forth, back and forth. Do you know the deciding factor?” He would ask the young Zeltron.

Natasha shook her head.”The deciding factor is whose momentum in a fight lasts until the end. You see each side can fight and fight, and one side can even look like their winning as they go on the offensive. The issue is, all it takes is for their momentum to stop, then they are on the defensive themselves. Battle is all about stopping the momentum, stopping any ebb and flow and putting the other side on the defensive.” He would grab one of the balls as it raised itself up. “So that way when the other side has lost all momentum, yours….. Can destroy them” The Mandalorian’s second hand came crashing down on the toy as the whole thing broke.

Natasha looked at him her eyes wide as he leaned in, “When you find yourself on the defensive, you have to find a way to turn the tide… switch the opposing side from offense to defense, and once they are on their heels. You can crush them. Or get away.
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Natasha waited and waited and the second she heard the loud sound and saw the bright flash in her peripheral she would turn and begin to fire at the three that were approaching the ship, she would aim at the Mandalorian who was holding the rotary cannon. Her blaster rifle firing as she looked at those moving the bomb and shouted at them: " Move the bomb! Now!" She would growl before taking cover again, grabbing another flash grenade just in case they needed another one to throw off their opponents.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

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Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Natasha Dubrovnik

Natasha would smirk as she leaned back in her bed. When the door closed her smirk turned into a scowl and a frown. She shot up out of bed and headed towards the door but didn’t open it. Instead stared at it for a moment before turning to one of her cabinets with a lock on it. She opened it up and pulled out a wanted poster. It had Skylar’s likeness on it as she scowled at the poster: throwing it to the side. She would continue to rummage in this locker until she pulled out a small lockbox. She pressed her hand to the top of it. When it opened she pulled up another wanted poster out of the box. A grin on her face as she looked at it. Crumpling it in her hand she simply spoke “Oh soon… very soon.” she would put the poster back in the box as she grabbed some credits from it now and pocketed it. Standing up she closed the box and put it back into her locker far behind many other things.

Now she pulled out a large map and began to put it across her bed. It was a map of some building that had a large little area that was circled. Natasha began to take a look at the building making notes like ‘Drunk here’ and then ‘bait here’ different notes like that seemed scattered at every other room. She would continue to do that for a bit longer as she stood over it she hummed in thought: until the lights went off and the red lights turned on. She shot up unlocking her case at the foot of the bed she grabbed an explosive and then picked up her large blaster. Sighing she rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me....” She walked towards her door and sighed once more. Realizing that she was never given a key to unlock even her own door when everything locked. “DAMN IT!” she yelled slamming a fist on the door. She walked back to her bed and grabbed her papers and maps and put it all back into the locker. She then just stood there pointing the blaster at the door. Her eyes glaring at the door waiting for anything to happen, expecting someone to burst through the door.

It took a few minutes and she finally heard the door unlock though. The lockdown protocol must have been lifted. She put the heavy blaster away; holstering it, and pulled out her E-11 Blaster rifle. She began to march towards the door. It would open and she began to move to the right, if Skylar was still there she would just see Natasha stepping out of the room with the blaster in her hand. “Move kiddo.” she’d say with a growl as she moved and walked right past Skylar. It was obvious the fun loving Natasha who had enjoyed fucking with this young woman was gone. There was something that seemed to have irked her and she was moving through the ship now looking for anyone who might not belong there. There was a whole different demeanor she didn’t even let out any type of pheromones as she walked by.

She was walking around the ship now. Every corner she checked before moving to the next. Every angle she moved her blaster over there. After all, she wasn’t aware of what was going on, she had been distracted with the young woman and then with her other plans she had been preparing. Moving closer and closer to the cargo bay she finally heard voices. She began to rush over there now blaster ready as she narrowed her eyes at the cargo door that must be about 100 meters still in front of her she slowed herself now slowly moving forward as to not just rush into something and get shot. It was something that she was very careful about. How she engaged and when she engaged. She looked around making sure she sped up her pace to get to a point where she knew that it would take her 1 second to jump into a space of cover in case there was actually someone who began to fire at her.

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A younger natasha fell to the ground as another woman had a gun to her face and soon about 12 more people began to walk towards her from all sides. She looked absolutely in shock almost as if she was going to get shot. “Let this be a lesson for you young one. Always be aware of your surroundings, don’t take a corner that you aren’t prepared to either fire or die when you take it. You have few choices in life, but how you fight whether it is with your brain or like a dumbass who acts like they have 100 people behind them: that is completely up to you.”

Natasha would sigh and then growl. “Next time! I’ll win and you will be on the ground with a gun in your face!” The entire group laughed at her as she slowly got up and began to laugh with them.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Natasha Dubrovnik

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Right after the landing:

Natasha was walking off the ship; as she did she would begin to move instantly away from the ship. There was no weapons that anyone could tell on her, and she seemed completely uncaring about wherever most of the crew went. She had been with them for 3 months, and as strong and mighty, and even; scary, they all seemed at times, she wasn't there to just follow them around. Her thought about their times together thus far as she walked away from the ship, thought about how she had been with them for 3 months. Not like that was some long time for her or anything: after all she had been with others for much longer than that. They were decent enough people though; obviously here to fulfill their own wants, and to stay just out of reach of the empire; not her usual crowd but they worked for what she was needing. She still got to travel, and do the jobs she was hired to do: her mobility has become limited but not to the point that she still didn’t get the job done.

Looking up she saw a ship taking off from port and grinned. Continuing to walk away Natasha looked around, a lot of people were starting to pay attention to her; a couple of them beginning to follow her, looking at the couple who had began to follow she shook her head. “No, no, no, dear.” she said with a grin, “You guys aren’t quite my type.” she would continue to walk away her leather like shorts grasping her shape and waist. The couple men that were following her were just there staring as she walked away, making sure they had something to look at while she walked away.

She watched from across the street at a Devaronian who was just walking out of the door of a gambling establishment. The man seemed to have a couple Twi`leks on both arms: they were decent looking but Natasha could only grin at the situation. No matter who they were, they were no match for her as a Zeltron. She would begin to walk towards the Devaronian. Releasing pheromones as she began to walk towards the Devaronian. It was all too easy, the second that the Devaronian got hit with the wave she was purposefully releasing he would wave the two Twi`leks off. Standing up straight and seeming to try and flex to look stronger he began to walk towards Natasha. Natasha continued to act like nothing was happening: her arm slipping into her pocket just for a moment as she acted as if she was just stretching for a moment, at that moment she stumbled forward and fell right into the Devaronian’s hands.

“Oh, i’m so sorry! How clumsy of me.” she’d say as she looked up at the Devaronian who was looking completely entranced with her. Natasha lifted her arm slightly as she did they would see some of his blood. Where he hand landed. “Oh no. I seemed to have scratched you with my nail.” she would move her head upwards as she got closer and closer to his face.

The Devaronian smiled, “You can always make it up to me.” his eyebrows raising as he spoke, her head continued to move up towards his as their lips would meet for a moment as her hand would move into her pocket once more and her fingers wrapped around his arm as they kissed. At the end she would cough for a moment standing straight up and straightening her clothes; “Once again, I really am sorry.” Natasha said as she pushed a hand on his chest and gave him a smile. The Devaronian looked in absolute bliss and like he wanted more; but as Natasha walked away he just stood there watching her. A few moments later as he continued to watch he would begin to follow after her, almost as if he was entranced.

It wasn’t more than a few steps that the man took before he suddenly stopped and began to grab at his heart and head: it was after that he simply crumpled to the ground and died. Natasha looked back at the empty area where the man now laid. She grinned only for a moment before walking away completely; putting a small syringe away and dropping the needle on the ground. The first was a great numbing agent; the second however, needed to do more than just prick his skin. Continuing to walk down an isle and she would see a man in a hood. “It’s done.” she would say as the man held up a large bag. Natasha took it and would nod and walked right by the man; as he walked the other way.

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Natasha would walk back toward the way of the ship, no longer having interest in this area of the planet at least, moving swiftly and this time without stopping, she would eventually get into the cantina that the others were in, she did nothing more than order a single drink, slam it and then walk up to a woman who seemed rather entertained. From what, Natasha had no idea; but rather than go crowd her own crew and join them she figured she’d make a new friend.

Sitting next to this woman (Skylar) Natasha plopped her bag of credits down on the table as she grabbed a few more and tossed them to the table. “Two drinks, one for me, and one for my friend here.” she’d say. Looking over to the woman Natasha seemed to tilt her head, “You know. I was going to just sit here and bullshit with you, but…” she began to lean in closely her tight shirt giving very little to the imagination if Skylar were to look down. She’d hum in a gentle tone, “You look… oddly familiar, have we met before?”

Natasha seemed to ask the question almost rudely as she was invading Skylar’s personal space, almost as if it didn’t exist. Her hands seemed to stay on the table, one of then rubbing her thumb on the glass she had already drank from. The other gently laying on top of the bar top. Her eyes seemed to squint for a moment as if trying to tell exactly where she had seen this woman before. “What’s your name?” Natasha, sounded more intrigued than polite with the question, making it obvious that it wasn’t asked purely for idle conversation; rather, there was a purpose behind it.