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Demitra Del Vane: Corellia, 17 bby

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You know what’s not a good idea?

Fighting an entire group of bounty hunters after I’ve lost my saber. But I didn’t exactly have much of a choice when they all charged at me.

Force exertion is a real thing, you know. I can’t constantly throw men out of my way so I can sprint to safety for a little while.

Luckily some lunatic used up all his energy trying to bear hug me and use that handy dandy gas mask on me so I grabbed him by the wrist and managed to disable him quickly using a weak point.

The back and forth went on for a while before I used some of my precious force energy to grab my saber and deal with the rest of them.

On the planet of Corellia, criminal life is practically the only life and it’s buzzing constantly. Which is the main reason I get high paying jobs here because alongside places like Coruscant and Nar Shaddaa, it’s underworld is dangerous but profitable if you know how to survive.

Which I do if I do say so myself.

Not as fun as being a sith assassin but it’s better than being under Dooku’s control and constantly worrying about what the old man wants, and if he’ll approve of the spectacular work I did.

Almost a shame I didn’t kill him myself.

Walking into the cantina I pull a cloak over my head and slip into the back into Fel’s office, in a sing song voice I plop into his chair and spin myself until I’m dizzy, “I did my job and I want my credits Feeeeeeeellll~”

The large Togruta man with orange montrals and lekku enters with a cup of whiskey and a look that tells me he was just handling an annoying customer and now has to deal with an annoying Demitra.

“What did I tell you about— get your boots off my desk, that's Pantoran hardwood!”

I wince when my head bumps against a shelf before clutching my forehead and looking at him, suddenly feeling dumb. God forbid a girl is playful.

“I did your dirty work, and I want my money Fel.” My voice takes on a more serious edge.

“It’s in the bottom compartment.” Fel grunts before returning to his stand.

I rifle through his drawers before finding a case with my payment inside, my eyes glint excitedly and I pick it up and cradle it to my chest before hurrying out of the cantina.

Fel was one of the first people that trusted me to do a job. I know I’m annoying but I’m comfortable in that office and he doesn’t seem to find my excitement and pride endearing. Upsetting, but not the end of the world. No reason for me to be grumpy.

I’m grumpy anyway.

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Corellia’s capital, Coronet City, is ridiculously crowded this time of day. I’m only trying to get to my place, a few sectors over. I could walk there and be home in an hour or so. But I’m tired and my legs are sore from when that Rodian lunged at me.

I push past a couple of people and mutter a few “Excuse me’s” and “Sorry’s” before I bump into a rusty protocol droid,

“Watch where you’re going, young lady!”

I feel anger rising in my chest, droids are such a pain.

I mutter an apology before looking up to see the droid and its owner bickering.

“I told you to go to Raymond for the parts but no— you wasted our credits on some seller we don’t even know.”

My ears perk up at the name Raymond.

”I calculated the cost difference and product efficiency and decided the seller from Shili was the one with the better deal! Why don’t you trust me on this?” The droid speaks clinically but his tone has a lace of frustration.

”Because you— we’ll talk about this later.”

The droid's owner is a tall, pale blue Twi’lek woman with an accent that I recognize as a blend of a few planets.

Before I can finish analyzing her she catches my gaze and looks at me curiously,

“Nosy aren’t you? Get out of our faces.”

I realize I’ve been watching them for a while and hurry to the shuttle.

The woman stops me by grabbing my shoulder, “Your saber looks interesting, worth quite a bit around these parts.”

I instinctively wrap my cloak tighter around my body and jerk away from her, she smiles at my reaction, “Relax kid, I don’t bite. Can you even use that thing though? Are you a Jedi or something?”

I glare at her, doing my best to look intimidating and lowering my voice to a near whisper, “Lightsabers aren’t exclusive to Jedi you know. They’re a very elegant and effective weapon that any non force-wielding citizen and other saber wielding girl who isn’t a Jedi can own.”

The lady just smiles and nods at me in a way that makes me feel like a small child who’s babbling,

“Right, well I could use that kind of skill in my little group. That’s if you can actually power it on.”

I frown and furrow my eyebrows at her, “I’m not interested, find some other girl.”

She shrugs and as I turn to walk away she calls after me, “I’ll pay you.”

Money was safety and security, it meant I was doing my job and that I was gonna be okay.

I hesitate but I turn around. My eyes glint with interest and the woman immediately tugs me forward,

“My name’s Kala Ve, my droid's called Milo, and you are?”

My eyes flicker between the droid and the woman standing next to me.