#jalmar

Hold on to your credits, the Black Rift Raiders are coming for your booty!

All the answers for Kaliko behind the cut, plus some rambling about the cute Mando girlfriend:

Without a shirt on, it was obvious that the scars on her face weren’t the only ones she sported. Rei’ki raised an ‘eyebrow’ as she looked over a shoulder sporting an old blaster burn; she was shirtless, but not naked, and still had a snug sports bra on…mostly. It was held on by a few shreds of elastic.

“What’s the matter, Jalmar? Never seen a halfish-naked woman before?” She tossed a shredded, bloody, ruined shirt aside, where it joined an equally-ruined vest. Blood ran down her dark skin, which she ignored for the moment. With a curse, she reached back and used a knife to finish what something’s claws had started. Apparently body-shyness wasn’t one of her faults.

“Tangled with someone who had a ‘trained’ nexu. Critter went for my back while its owner was in my face. Jaal isn’t a good enough shot yet to go over my shoulder like that, so…”

♙ : Character my muse hates (MAN, figuring out this symbol took some doing, it should match…):

-Rei’ki, oddly, hasn’t met anyone in RP that she hates (though she has a very odd, standoffish relationship with Vivek, because he strikes her as a very Hidebound Dusty Old Jedi Fossil. She managed to break him once, though). In a broad sense, she kills slavers on sight whenever possible, HATES HATES HATES spice dealers, and reeeeally does not like Zakuulans (and Jalmar is the only pirate she can tolerate–though if he tried to attack her ship, BYEBYE FRIENDSHIP).

-Jaal has only been used a few times in RP, so he doesn’t hate anyone on a personal level yet, but he also hates spice-dealers (the gang he was in before Rei’ki found him got him hooked on it), despises bullies, and will NOT like you if you pick up on his lingering Nar Shaddaa Gutter accent and assume he’s a lowlife rat (he’s slowly losing the accent, though, and only tends to fall back on it when he’s stressed or thrown off stride).

♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.

-Rei’ki: Jalmar, possibly (before he got hitched, of course, she’s not a homewrecker). She tends to do one-night stands anyway; it’s actual relationships that haven’t happened yet (she insists men can’t keep up, and one or two probably made Jaal uncomfortable, so she refused ‘em).

Rei’ki groaned and tried to punch whoever was talking to her, but her arm flopped like a soggy, overcooked noodle. A few moments later, she croaked a belated, superfluous “Ow.”

It took her a minute or two to realize she was sprawled on something hard. Her head felt like someone had used it like a kickball, and the rest of her didn’t feel much better, though she attempted to get everything working enough to go upright. That wasn’t working, either, but at least her limbs twitched and tried to move when she asked them to.

Rei’ki cracked her good eye open and gave Jalmar a crooked grin. She had an ice-pack clapped over the other–it’d do until and unless she got something better. “Come on, you know the answer to that one.”