keelah se'lai.

            TALI’S   only been here, like, two weeks, but she has a general policy to strike back at the people who shoot at her --- so she’ll be trying to find these wires and be done with it already ! 

“I’m really glad I can keep up-to-date on Spirale’s news by just poking my head out the window and listening to people talk to themselves.

“Someone should make a website like that! I bet it’d be popular.”

          “ What was that? Can’t hear you, wind’s too loud. ”

          “ That wind’s real strong today, huh? ”

that’s cheating

TEN MINUTE POWER HOUR. 

               ❛   Keh — Speak for yourself.   ❜   FROM   within her suit — and knowing the startling amount of compartments it held, there was no telling from where — she pulls out what appears to be an unholy union between the iron frame of a bed and… A fire poker. Slender, sharpened to a razor’s edge, and… Well, sufficiently dangerous.

          “ You’ll get front row seats if you’re lucky. ”

          “ After Omega, I don’t think there’s much anyone could do that would surprise me— and no, that’s not an invitation to keep doing it. Not unless you want a few broken bones and a bad back anyway. ” Threats? Who’s making threats— not him, he’s not threatening anyone, you can’t prove a thing.

                ❝There’s a worrying amount of people here who seem… proud to break the laws of their world.❞  

Luckily, Sabine was wearing her beskar armor as the pellet plinked helplessly off of her shoulder plate. No toy rifle’s gonna damage her anytime soon, though she did look over the alien with an amused and curious expression.

    “I think your safety’s off, lady,” she said, poking fun at the alien a little bit. Can’t leave her sassy streak behind. “Appreciate the apology though. Don’t worry about it,” she assured her. “Been hit with worse, trust me.” Well, at least someone else is showing frustration with the toy blaster they came with. Sabine would absolutely kill for an actual blaster right about now. A Mandalorian without a weapon just doesn’t feel right. “Guessing you’re no local either, huh? So… where’re you from?”

              ❛   Ha --- Right. I’ll have to remember to check before I shoot.   ❜  NOT   even the filter of her suit could dilute the sarcasm, receptive to the woman’s own light teasing. Even if it was little more than a glorified toy --- not even glorified, really --- it was a reflex to be extra careful where one shot. Where she came from, after all, the amount of force required to propel that shot was... Well, the physics were brutal.