Chapter 6

En Route to Nar Shaddaa

Myrtenaster

Weiss sat on the edge of her bed, hands gripping her armored knees as she stared at the deck. "What the shab is wrong with me?" she breathed, brow furrowed in confusion.

It was unlike her to be so… discombobulated. The Echani woman had always been hard, focused… resolute. Not one to engage in a fancy for a mesmerizing pair of silver eyes… or amber ones, for that matter…

Groaning, the platinum-haired woman put her face into her palms, grinding them against her closed eyes. Such introspection was unlike her as well, she knew who she was and she'd left all of her uncertainty behind on Eshan as a young girl, all of her self-doubt and inadequacies and…

With a growl, Weiss abruptly leapt to her feet, scowling at the mirror across from her rather generously-sized bed. Her quarters were perhaps a bit more luxurious than she'd have preferred, with its own head and sink, but she was beginning to slowly appreciate the merits of having her own space.

The mere thought of having to share living arrangements with both Ruby and Blake was enough to make her heart race, eliciting another scowl.

With a sigh, she leaned forward onto the sink, staring hard at her reflection. Pale, almost luminescent skin, framed by hair as white as her armor. Gazing back at her were the light blue orbs common among Echani, though the scar that bisected her left eye still left her conflicted.

As a Mandalorian, it was a badge of honor. As an Echani, it was a mark of weakness.

Weiss sighed once more as her eyes slowly sagged closed. "Ca'nara ne gotal'u mirjahaal. Shi gotal'u haastal," she murmured wearily.

Time doesn't heal. It only forms a scab.

Next to her on the bulkhead, the intercom crackled to life. "Weiss, ner vod, come to the bridge, gedet'ye," her partner requested. "You need to see this."

She reached over and slapped a button. "Elek," she responded shortly before exiting her room.

The bridge itself was a few meters down the corridor, and as she entered only Pyrrha and Yang were there, the blonde glancing between the two of them curiously from the pilot's seat. Behind her, the viewport was filled with the bright streaks of stars as they traveled through hyperspace. The redheaded Mandalorian stepped back, gesturing wordlessly towards the holonet terminal.

Weiss narrowed her eyes as she read the missive that had been put out across Imperial channels before closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Haar'chak," she cursed bitterly under her breath. "Yang, a moment, please?"

"Sure thing, boss-lady," the Corellian cheerfully replied as she jumped up and strode off of the bridge.

"Stop calling me that," Weiss entreated after her irritably. Her only answer was an unrepentant snicker.

"If you would stop responding," Pyrrha murmured, her emerald eyes twinkling with humor. "She'd stop teasing you."

"Don't know why I put up with it," she grumbled in reply. "So when did this go out?"

"Just this morning, Galactic Standard Time," Pyrrha stated. The crimson-armored woman crossed her arms, frowning in concern. "Will you tell them?"

Weiss didn't even hesitate in nodding firmly. "Elek. They're crew, now."

As she reached for the intercom, Pyrrha nodded as well. "Sounds like a permanent arrangement," she grinned.

Blushing slightly, Weiss glanced away. "Perhaps." She flicked the switch for the ship-wide channel to address the others.

"All hands, assemble in the common area, gedet'ye. Er, please."

The two Mandalorian women strode into the main area to find everyone already there, looking up at them expectantly. Pyrrha gave her shoulder pauldron a reassuring thump with her fist before she moved to stand against the bulkhead behind her.

Watching her back as always.

Without preamble, Weiss folded her arms in front of her and began to speak in a quiet but arresting tone. "We came across an Imperial notice on the bounty board. It was tagged as issued from the Imperial Citadel itself, which almost guarantees visibility. It calls for the capture of a particular brunette girl with silver eyes." Her gaze riveted on the Corellian mechanic, who had visibly paled. "It lists you by name, Ruby."

"Oh, shavit," Nora breathed, her turquoise eyes wide.

Yang leapt to her feet from where she'd been lounging on the couch next to the trooper, shielding her sister with her body. "So what are we gonna do about it?" she demanded, arms crossed and fiery challenge in her lilac eyes.

"Pakod, easy, Yang," her fellow blond murmured, resting his hand on her shoulder. "No harm will come to Ruby."

Weiss nodded in confirmation. "You are my crew, now, and as such, under my… our… protection." She visibly resisted the temptation to step forward and gather the trembling brunette girl in her arms and offer further reassurances. Not now, haar'chak!

"Allow me to include my own support," Blake added with a low murmur. "As a Jedi, I will not allow you to be taken."

"Again," Yang grumbled under her breath, earning her an elbow to the ribs as Nora got to her feet.

"Yeah, don't even worry about it, Ruby!" the trooper cheered. "You got a whole bunch of badasses looking after you!"

"Yeah, okay," Ruby sighed, rubbing her hands along her face. "Thanks, guys, everyone, this is… Well, it's kind of a shock, I guess… Um, did the bounty say why they wanted me?"

"Or exactly who it was that put out the bounty," Ren murmured from his perch at the small table in the center. "The Citadel is a large building, housing the Sith upper echelons, Imperial Intelligence, the political offices of the Moffs…"

The Mirialan looked around at the stares he was receiving. "What?" he asked, perplexed.

"Er… don't take this the wrong way, Jetii," Pyrrha began gently. "It's just that… we've not heard you talk at length before."

"I think that's actually the first time I heard his voice," Ruby stage-whispered.

Ren shrugged wordlessly, causing his master to chuckle.

"My apprentice is a man of few words," Blake interjected smoothly, "but he has the right of it. We need to know the who and the why."

"Indeed." Weiss paced back and forth as the rest of the crew settled back down again. She paused, sending a suspicious glance at the frosty bottle of what looked to be Corellian ale in Yang's hand, not recalling having brought any on board. "So…" she began slowly. "We're heading for Nar Shaddaa. I have a number of contacts we might utilize in the city."

"Likewise," Blake nodded. "Perhaps we should compare sources?"

"Er, elek… Yes, we can do that," the platinum-haired woman mumbled, cursing herself for her renewed bashfulness. She turned abruptly, heading aft for the conference room. "Come," she ordered.

"Of course," Blake murmured as she glided in her wake. The sultry undertones of her voice sent shivers beneath her armor, and she suddenly wondered if it was such a good idea to be alone with the alluring Cathar woman…

Myrtenaster Conference Room

"You have a most impressive list of contacts on Nar Shaddaa," Weiss murmured, her brow furrowed at the listing on the terminal in front of her. No names were given, of course, merely codes and locations, sometimes including occupations. She paused at one, a dockworker. "This one here, a Twi'lek, elek?"

"That's right," Blake murmured from her side.

She suppressed the involuntary blush that threatened to spread across her pale face. She'd gotten better at doing so after the first dozen times since they'd sat down at the conference table.

"Brell T'chata?"

"Ah, you know him, then?"

Weiss nodded with a smug smirk. "One of mine. An Imperial asset, actually. Ga ru hodar… Er, that is, I'm afraid you've been duped."

"Mmm." Blake peered at her from only a few centimeters away, a rather subtle smirk on her own pale, lightly-furred face. "So it would seem."

The Mandalorian narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You turned him?"

"Mmhmm."

"Haar'chak," she chuckled, shaking her head. "I'll have to cross him off my list, then."

"No need, merely give him my name and he will deal with you in good faith."

"Elek." Weiss hummed, making a quick notation on her own list before sitting back with a sigh. "It's rather remarkable that was our only overlap."

"Perhaps. Or the Force is merely assisting us at protecting our ad'ika."

With a chuckle, Weiss stood, eager to put a little bit of space between the two of them once more. "Interesting you call her that as well."

Blake nodded, remaining in her seat, though her amber eyes glowed with a certain intensity that took her breath away were she to stare overlong. "It seems a fitting nickname."

Nodding herself, though a bit distractedly, Weiss walked towards the end of the conference room and stared out the small porthole there at the white streaks of the stars flowing by. "How long will you stay with us?" she asked with rehearsed casualness.

"Mmm." She could see the Jedi in the reflection as she leaned forward, chin resting on her open palm. "Are you desiring of my company, still?"

Fortunately, her fierce blush was mitigated by her back being towards the Cathar woman. "You must admit," she responded, perhaps a bit sharply, "it is a strange alliance we have here. Between a Mandalorian and a Jetii."

"Perhaps. Is it my status as a Jedi or as a… what was the phrase you used… Ah, yes. An aruetii?" Blake's reflection smiled at her back. "Which bothers you more?"

"Neither," Weiss replied shortly, finally turning back around. "You are substantially different from any Jetii I have ever come across, however, and it… You confuse me."

"I am sorry if I have caused you distress," the Cathar responded, inclining her head slightly. "I am indeed rather unlike most Jedi. I have… substantial problems with portions of the Jedi Code. How Force-sensitive children are removed from their homes, for example." She leaned forward, this time cupping her cheek with a palm as she regarded Weiss levelly. "I also find no reason to abstain from emotional and physical connections with other beings."

"You… You don't?" Weiss gaped.

"Indeed. I've found the path to the Dark Side is paved with negative emotions such as fear, hatred, envy… So long as a Jedi restrains oneself to the more positive ones, such as happiness…" A slow, predatory smile grew on Blake's face. "Even love… I believe it only makes one stronger with the Force."

The platinum-haired woman licked her lips uncertainly. "I can't imagine such views make you popular within the Jedi Order…"

Blake snorted softly as she sat back once again. "No, the Council disagrees rather vehemently as a whole, hence my current assignment to the outer planets of the Republic." Another smile crossed her face, this one a bit mischievous. "Interestingly, Ruby had the same reaction when I revealed my beliefs."

"I can only imagine…"

"So… Weiss…" Blake smoothly regained her footing, gliding forward a step. "Was there… anything else we might… discuss?"

"Nayc," Weiss squeaked breathlessly, rapidly backpedaling. "Er, no, we're… good, I'll just… go do… things."

She turned, knowing her face was likely a bright red by this point, and strode from the room, the softly-laughing Jedi following in her wake. The Mandalorian paused in the common room to take a few deep breaths, and as such caught the conversation between the Jedi and her apprentice just at the edge of her hearing.

"Well," Blake mused softly. "I believe things are going quite well, so far."

"You should not tease so, Master," Ren advised.

His words elicited a low, pleased laugh. "Who's teasing?" Blake replied, the smirk evident in her voice.

With that, Weiss fled the rest of the way back to her room.

"Haar'chak, haar'chak, haar'chak…" she grumbled to herself irritably.

Nar Shaddaa Orbit

Myrtenaster

They arrived at their destination late at night, both ship and local time. Rather than find a berth and pay for the extra hours, Weiss elected to remain in orbit until the following morning. The crew was, for the most part, getting ready for bed and quietly conversing in the lounge as the ship's owner made her final rounds.

The problem came about when Weiss was notified by Jaune that the Myrtenaster's shields had been worked on earlier by their mechanic, whom the Mandalorian woman was quick to confront in the common area of the ship.

"What did you do?" Weiss asked querulously.

Ruby was put off by her tone at first but then stepped forward, her chin jutting out stubbornly. "I got the shields recalibrated, the frequency now rotates at irregular intervals. That way an enemy ship's sensors can't lock the pattern down to hit us with an ion blast at the right moment to fry our circuits."

The smug brunette crossed her arms with a smirk after her declaration, waiting for approval that was not forthcoming.

"You made a major change to my ship!" Weiss protested, her voice becoming more shrill. "Without asking!"

"And it works!"

"But this is my ship!"

"And it's my place to keep it running and safe!" Ruby declared hotly, her voice rising to match the Echani. Almost all of the crew members were assembled in the common area by now, most of them watching the uncharacteristically enraged pair with open-mouthed expressions.

"And you should have asked me first!" Weiss demanded.

"Well, excuse me for doing my job!"

Blake was the last to arrive, taking in the scene with a sigh. "That's quite enough," she interjected softly when both women had paused to take a breath. With one hand, the Cathar Jedi flicked a side door open with a whoosh of pneumatics, revealing a small storage room. Again utilizing the Force, she made a curt gesture with the other, and the pair of squabbling women were unceremoniously picked up and dumped into the room with resounding squawks of protest.

The raven-haired woman turned to face the incredulous audience. "We'll just be a moment in conference," she murmured before entering the closet and sealing it behind them.

There was a moment of stunned silence from the common area before four sets of eyes slowly swiveled over to stare at Ren.

The Mirialan simply shrugged. "You get used to it," he advised nonchalantly as he headed towards the meditation room further aft.

Inside the closet, while the Corellian and Mandalorian struggled to right themselves from their involuntary tangle of limbs, Blake calmly lowered herself into a sitting position on the floor in front of the door. She waited with her hands folded in her lap and a placid smile on her face.

"That was mean, Blake," the brunette protested once she was fully disengaged, though she still struggled to fix the arms of her jumpsuit around her waist once more.

"I wholly concur," Weiss bit out, crouched on one knee. "That was heavy-handed, even for a Jetii."

"Weiss." The Cathar woman let one hand drift out and made a subtle easing motion. "Please, sit. We should all talk."

"Lot more comfortable places to talk," Ruby grumbled, though she remained seated as Weiss joined her. The three of them faced each other, a worried brunette, a platinum-haired bundle of discontent, and a raven-haired epitome of serenity.

"Before we begin," Blake murmured quietly. "Do remember that I am a Jedi. You cannot lie to me. I will know what you are feeling."

"Everything we feel?" Ruby squeaked with a blush.

The Jedi inclined her head slightly. "Perhaps not… everything. But we can at least discuss this matter freely and with no deception. Nothing will leave this room unless we desire it to. Are we agreed?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Elek."

"Very well." She turned her amber gaze upon the fidgeting petite mechanic. "Ruby. You have very strong feelings for Weiss."

The reactions from the two were a study in contrasts. While Ruby blushed hard enough to match her tattered red tanktop, from her neckline up to the tips of her ears, Weiss managed to pale even more than her usual alabaster complexion.

She allowed the brunette a few moments before prompting once more. "Ruby?"

"U- Um, I- I- I mean…"

"Ruby."

With a sigh, the Corellian girl buried her face in her hands. "Yes," she squeaked out, muffled.

"Just as you have very strong feelings towards myself as well."

Unable to even speak further at this point, Ruby simply nodded rapidly.

Next, Blake turned her attention to the Mandalorian woman who was licking her lips nervously. "Weiss, you have very strong feelings for Ruby, do you not?"

To her credit, the platinum-haired woman did not back down, instead drawing her posture erect. "Elek, I do," she responded with a wavering voice.

"And for myself."

Weiss briefly chewed on her bottom lip, glancing down at the floor before her cool blue orbs met Blake's own gaze. "Elek," she repeated in a whisper.

Ruby was staring at the other woman now, slack-jawed, but jumped slightly when Blake leaned forward to rest a hand on each of their knees.

"I assure you, the feeling is mutual," she murmured. "I have been strongly attracted to you both ever since I laid eyes upon you."

There was a moment of stunned silence before Ruby broke it. "What…" She paused, clearing her throat to dispel the squeaky quality of her voice. "What does that mean?"

"It means," Weiss murmured thoughtfully, her narrowed gaze riveted on the Cathar, "that we are all attracted to each other. It means that, potentially, we could all entertain a relationship with each other."

"Precisely," Blake sighed as she sat back, a small, satisfied smile on her face.

"Th- The three of us?" Ruby breathed, her silver eyes wide. "Oh, wow, that's so cool... " She closed her eyes in exasperation as soon as the words left her lips. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," Blake chuckled. "Though I do feel the same way."

"As kandosi as that may seem," Weiss ground out. "How can I believe you? Either of you, for that matter?"

Ruby glanced away, a slightly hurt look on her face, but Blake gave her knee a reassuring pat. "Patience, ad'ika," she murmured as she rose to her feet. She held a hand down towards the proud, brittle Mandalorian woman. "Weiss?" she offered gently.

With a distrusting frown, Weiss accepted the help up. Standing even with her armored boots on, she only came up to the Cathar woman's eyebrows. Still, that close to one another, the warmth in Blake's eyes made her intentions very clear, particularly as she brought her free hand up to cup a pale cheek while the other kept its grip on her hand.

"May I?"

Weiss took a deep breath. She was an Echani, a race of proud warriors. She was Mandalorian, a culture of fierce and fearless champions without peer in the galaxy.

She was not one to back down from a challenge.

Nodding slightly, her pale blue eyes wide and dilated, she reflected upon that fact that, right there and then, none of that seemed to help keep her racing pulse under control.

Ever so slowly, Blake leaned down. Blue and amber eyes eased shut as soft lips caressed each other, tentative at first, seeking further approval before pressing with far more confidence. As first kisses went, it was far from the fiery battle of wills that might have been expected. Instead, it was… respectful. Reassuring.

A meeting of equals.

That didn't stop Weiss from gasping lightly once the kiss was broken, leaning back with a dazed look on her face. The robed woman in front of her was replaced without her noticing, and now she was gazing into nervous pools of silver.

"Um…" Ruby glanced down, wringing her fingers together anxiously. "C- Can I… I mean, um, I'd l- like to…"

"Ruby," the Mandalorian woman interjected gently. She was unsure why she'd ever doubted the brunette's motives, she wore her heart out on her sleeve like nobody Weiss had ever known. They were practically at an even height with their boots on, and she slipped her ungauntleted hands around the mechanic's waist. With an eep, Ruby was pulled closer, gripping Weiss' upper arms for balance.

"Elek," Weiss murmured softly. "Gedet'ye. That is... please."

Nodding slightly, Ruby leaned in, her eyes dancing about the other woman's pale face. While Blake's lips were like velvet, the brunette's were soft and plump, almost perfect for kissing, as she'd involuntarily noted several times since the Corellians had boarded her ship. And then Ruby seemed to sag against Weiss' armor, a small, breathy moan issuing from her throat…

And Weiss simply melted.

Eventually, the pair parted with soft, bashful smiles, both slightly flushed from the experience.

Weiss cleared her throat, giving the brunette a gentle push towards where the grinning Cathar woman lounged against the bulkhead. "Your turn," she whispered.

Blake wasted little time in gathering the petite girl up in her arms, eliciting a squeak that quickly turned into a rather needy little whine as their lips met next. Her senses overloaded, Ruby could hardly hold herself upright, but the raven-haired Jedi had no intention of letting her get away now that she was finally in her embrace.

And then the moment passed, Blake chuckling as she clasped a panting Ruby to her chest. The brunette's forehead rested on her shoulder as a wide grin grew on her face.

"So…" Ruby murmured, turning her head to glance over at Weiss who was staring at the pair, transfixed. "Are we… I mean… Um, the three of us? Like… together?"

"I think, at this point, that is safe to assume," Blake laughed lightly. The Cathar extended a hand towards where the bemused Mandalorian stood. "Any objections, Weiss?"

She gave herself a shake and accepted the proffered grip, stepping forward so that she might hold Ruby's free hand as well. "I suppose… Nayc. How can I refuse two such mesh'la women?"

"Mesh'la?" Ruby queried softly.

"Er... " Weiss blushed slightly, glancing down at the deck. "It means… beautiful."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

The platinum-haired woman let out a huff, though the corners of her mouth twitched. "Don't let it go to your head. You're already entirely too copikla for your own good as it is." She rolled her eyes at the inquisitive noise the brunette made next. "Cute, alright? Too cute for your own good."

Ruby grinned widely and, without taking her head from Blake's shoulders, drew Weiss into an embrace that Blake gladly shared. "Aww, you're pretty copikla too, y'know."

"I am Mandalorian," Weiss grumbled, the tips of her ears pinkening. "I am not… copikla."

"Mesh'la, then?"

"...Fine."

Blake laughed softly as she gave their shoulders a squeeze, though Weiss likely couldn't feel it through her armor. "Well, then, my loves, we should rejoin the others before they find a way to break the door down."

"If I know Penny, she's already started a hack on the lock," Ruby giggled, leaning up to give the Cathar a quick kiss on her furred cheek. She turned and gave Weiss a peck as well before stepping back. "Right, then… Um, what do we tell everyone?"

"The truth, I suppose?" Weiss opined dubiously.

"I've found it to usually be the best course of action," Blake agreed, waving her hand at the door. The lock disengaged and it swished back, revealing a small tan astromech droid, tools extended.

One might be excused for attributing a particularly guilty glow to her green photoreceptors as she tweedled softly about merely checking for wiring faults.

"It's okay, sweetie," Ruby assured P3-NY, giving her a gentle pat on her domed head as the three of them stepped past. "See, I'm fine, we just had some stuff to work out."

"Speaking of which," a certain blonde pilot announced, pouncing on her little sister with an iron grip on her forearm. "Berightbackgottagobye!"

"Yannnggg!" Ruby protested as she was unceremoniously hauled off towards the bridge.

"Think we'll see her again?" Weiss inquired humorously.

Blake smiled slightly. "I imagine so."

Another armored figure stepped forward, emerald eyes shining with concern. "Er, ner vod… Is everything… jate?"

The platinum-haired woman gave her partner a smile, one she shared with the worried blond man at her side. "Elek, vode, jate. We just, er… well, you see…" She cleared her throat with her fist to her mouth. Before she could finish, though, Pyrrha gripped her shoulder.

"Kandosii!" the redhead cheered quietly and with a brilliant smile, eliciting a snort from the trooper standing in the background.

"What?" Nora demanded crossly, hands on hips. "What's going on, already?"

"Easy, Nora," Blake chuckled lightly. "We just-"

"YOU WHAT?!"

The Jedi paused with a sigh at the bellowed exclamation from the direction of the bridge. "We're together, the three of us."

"You… Oh. Ohhhh…" Turquoise eyes lit up with understanding, though they quickly began to twinkle with mirth. "Time to start running, then, huh?"

"We're in orbit," Weiss sighed, her brow slightly furrowed and arms crossed. "Not like we can avoid this."

Before any further comments could be made, a bristling blonde stormed her way back into the common room. She came to a stop before both Blake and Weiss, balled fists resting on her hips and murder in her lilac eyes.

"Whelp, been nice knowing you two," Nora giggled.

"K'uur, you," Weiss warned out of the corner of her mouth.

"Right, both of you listen, and listen real good," Yang began hotly. "If either of you… and I don't care who you are or what you can do, if either of you ever hurts my baby sister I will space you out an airlock. We clear?"

"Er… elek?" Weiss murmured, taken somewhat aback.

"I swear to you I shall do my utmost to care for her," Blake murmured with a respectful incline of her head.

The platinum-haired Mandalorian nodded rapidly. "Lek, right, what she said… So… you're not… upset… about us being together? In a relationship?"

Mollified, Yang relaxed her shoulders and allowed a grin to creep across her features. "Eh, not really," she shrugged. "With as long as she's gone without any score, and now she manages to bag two girls at once? I'm actually impressed as all frizz she managed to pull it off."

Behind her, the soft noise of flesh against flesh sounded, Ruby slouched against the bulkhead and with her face in her hands. "Just kill me now," she moaned, mortified.

A/N: Happy SWTOR Thursday! Whelp, there goes one ship, sailing out of the spacedock! Newspaper fans rejoice! Also, just to address a guest review - the Mandalorians themselves differentiate between genders, it's the language, Mando'a, which has no male or female distinction. Vod means brother or sister, buir can be mother or father. I didn't make the language up, Karen Traviss did. Plus, as hopefully anyone who's read my stuff before can testify to, I am all about the gay. Case in point.

Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance):

Yang Xiao Long - Human female from Corellia. Smuggler, talented pilot, and droid tinkerer.

ZW-31 - Yang's custom astromech droid.

Ruby Rose - Human female from Corellia. Smuggler, skilled mechanic, and gun nut.

P3-NY - Ruby's astromech droid.

Lady Salem - Rattataki female. Sith Lord and advisor to the Emperor.

Lady Cinder Fall - Human female. Sith Lord Inquisitor.

Darth Hazel - Sith Pureblood male. Sith Lord Warrior.

Darth Tyrian - Zabrak male. Sith Lord Inquisitor.

Emerald Sustrai - Twi'lek female. Sith Marauder.

Mercury Black - Human male. Sith Warrior.

Weiss Schnee - Echani female from Eshan. Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Pyrrha Nikos - Human female from Alderaan. Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Jaune Arc - Human male from Mandalore. Mandalorian bounty hunter trainee.

Hei "Junior" Xiong - Human male from Tatooine. Gangster and information broker.

Melanie Malachite - Devaronian female exiled from Devaron. Bodyguard and assassin.

Miltia Malachite - Devaronian female exiled from Devaron. Bodyguard and assassin.

Blake Belladonna - Half-Cathar female from Cathar. Jedi Master.

Lie Ren - Mirialan male from Makeb. Jedi Apprentice to Master Belladonna.

Master Ozpin - Human male from Coruscant. Jedi Master and Council Member.

Nora Valkyrie - Human female from Ord Mantell. Republic Commando.

Stay shiny!