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Alliera spent a minute picking around her pockets and straps, looking for a place to put the lightsaber. She finally found a simple ringmount on her belt, and clipped the lightsaber to that. After that, she grabbed two over-sholder travel bags, and situated them to where they were secured on her back. "Sorry, I figured we might need some extra space for things we might find along the way: more explosives, Blasters, Loot, Intel, ect." Alliera said, as she walked back to her Master and fellow student. "You never know when you might find something you didn't know you needed, or something that Highcom might want." Alliera looked at Kirlocca warily for a moment, he was going to be crazy-obvious in combat, and if there were any major Sith Lords on sight...they would B-Line straight towards him...Alliera thought that it might be worth it to find a target she could hit that would get some heat off of him.

Alliera started following Master Kirlocca with Johan, grinning back at the other padawan as they went. It took a moment for Alliera realized that she may need to pick up something. "I'll be right back Master, I need to go get some things from my ship." Alliera said, as she jogged off. When she made it to the Jolly Dancer, Alliera put her helmet back on her head, and started gathering things from the cargo hatch of the old Y-Wing. It was a bit of a choice on what to take, but considering the likelyhood of fighting Sith, she decided that taking the Ori'Vod would be a safe bet. So she grabbed it's harness and attached it to the hardpoints on her armor, as well as the various ammo packs that would allow her to keep her weapons fed with ammo. The various other pieces of equipment came then, filling out various pockets on her armor with all kinds of fun things, ending with a vibroknife being slipped into an obvious sheath on her upper arm. With all that equipped, Alliera closed the cargo door, and relocked the ship. Alliera then rushed back to where Her Master and Johan had been, and found them easily. "One thing that's going to be really nice about studying under our Master here?" Alliera said to Johan as she caught up, gesturing to Kirlocca "We arn't likely to loose track of him any time soon."

Alliera supposed that made sense, in a weird sort of way, the Force had alot of stuff to feel and knowledge to be gained. So it was dangerous to delve too deeply before you were ready...Alliera thought, being a Jedi involved alot more philosophical puzzling than she anticipated, but it likely came with the territory now that she thought about it. The Force was this great metaphysical 'thing', and as her Great-Uncle always said before he died: "Baby Girl, when dealing with things that venture into the Metaphysical, a great heapin' pile of Philosiphizing isn't too far behind..." It was a rather oddly specific phrase, but her Great-Uncle was full of that kinda thing...well, that and shrapnel... Alliera visibly shook her head though, she had lost focus for a moment. Master Kirlocca was speaking, so she focused. "I'm ready to learn Master." Alliera said, enjoying the ambiance of the moment with her Master.

Alliera tried her best to follow the current, to find what she was feeling, but she lost it. It was lost in the everflowing feeling of the force around her. Alliera could feel her fellow student as he explored on his own, she could feel her new Master as he helped the student...she could feel the anxiety of failing. The cold clawing feeling of not living up to an expectation was something Alliera was used to, and hated every minute of. So she tried to reach deeper into the force, but she was starting to loose focus due to her own feelings, so she eventually pulled back. One thing her family had taught her was that if there was something that vexed her, the best thing to do was to pull back and try to examine it from another angle...luckily she had her master here to help. "I lost it Master, I can't find the cause of the ripple I was feeling." Alliera said, looking up at her master for a moment "It might have been nothing."

"I originally joined the Rebel Alliance because I saw what my people had helped to do because of our greed." Alliera said, resolution in her eyes "I want to learn the code, I want to become a Jedi, and protect people." Alliera was determined, becoming a Jedi would mean that there would be danger from the sith, absolutely...but that was true of the Galaxy in general now'a'days anyway, and at least this way she had close the maximum potential to save lives. While Kirlocca talked to the other student, Alliera stayed relatively quiet, she didn't want to interrupt her master while he was doing The Jedi Master thing. When he said for Johan to reach out to the force, she decided to try too as well, to get more practice. Alliera felt the force around herself once again, trying to get into touch with the planet around her again. She didn't have a goal this time, she was just feeling, no direction. There was something stirring, but she couldn't feel exactly what.

Alliera opened herself up to the force, just as her master requested, even closing her eyes as he did. The Force was all around this place, the flowing THING she felt earlier was more present here than at Nar Shadda, the area around her was almost as bright in the force as a star. For a solid minute, she was almost lost in the force, nearly taken by the massive flow of the planet. Something stopped it though, a massive anchor in the force kept her in place, she realized this must be Master Kirlocca. Using her Master as an anchor, she was able to steady herself, and look through the flow of the force...to try and find what he was talking about. He was right, the water and the lifeforms in and around the temple were also major focal points and sources for the flow of the force. "There's so many of them..." Then she felt her anchor 'touch' her, and so she touched him back.

Alliera had taken off her helmet, in an effort to appear more human, and it was under one arm as she followed her new Master. The soft clinking of her metallic boots hitting stone sounded in the hall as she followed the elder master into the massive Temple. This was a whole different beast then the temple on the Smugger's Moon. When she was offered a seat, Alliera took it, resting her helmet beside here as she looked into the pool. "The other Temple said the force was this kind of 'energy field', or something, that was all around us and inside us...it bound us all together." Alliera said, looking from the pool to Her Master "...but then I felt it...I-I don't know WHAT it is, but it's big and it's all around us, and it's warm." That did match up with what most of the teachings had told her so far, as well as anecdotes from other people she had asked, but her own experiance felt much more personal. "I guess it mostly lines up, but I don't really know...it was the first and only time I've touched the Force so far."

"Are you offering to be my teacher Master Kirlocca?" Alliera asked, looking at the Wookiee for a moment. Alliera hadn't been expecting to find a master as soon as all that, but the force did seem to work in mysterious ways. Master Kirlocca looked a bit intimidating now that she was as close as she was, the wookiee was clearly an elder member of an already long lived and powerful race, and that ignored the regalia of a Jedi Master that he wore. This feeling passed quickly, remnants of Mandalorian Instincts and Instilled ideas to register threats around you, but Kirlocca wasn't a threat. The Jedi Master wouldn't hurt Alliera, and she knew that, in fact she was hoping he would train her. "Then I guess my next question is; when do we start?" Alliera asked, looking up into the eyes of the elder Master "and where?"

Alliera had finally found it in herself to start walking towards the Jedi Temple, and was in awe of the architecture, when an Elder Wookie in Jedi Regalia had come towards her. After the Master's Introduction, Alliera was in awe, an ancient Grandmaster had greeted her? "My name is Alliera, of Clan Tal'verda." Alliera said, bowing in respect to the Old Master "I joined the Alliance because of what my people've done, but I was found to be 'Sensitive' to the Force, so I was eventually led here by Alliance Authorities and a Jedi Knight who's name is unknown to me." Alliera walked up the steps of the temple, not enough to start crowding the Elder Wookie, but enough to get closer. "It's an honor Master Kirlocca, my clan tells stories of the Jedi and Sith, and yours are among them." Alliera said, awe audible in her voice as she took in the elder "I am here to find a master, someone to train me in the Jedi Arts."

The process of getting the Jolly Dancer clearance to land at Knossa was alot easier than Alliera would've thought, with Ossus being as important as she thought it was. The Force decided to be kind to Alliera today, as the Dancer was relatively smooth on approach, and eventual landing. When Alliera stepped off her fighter, she was still wearing her armor, though with no weapons. This was simply because she had been too excited to change into her civies, and now she was regretting it, a Mandalorian Warrior would be rather conspicuous. All the same, the girl stepped out of the hangar area, and took in the sights and sounds of the city around her. Alliera had been in plenty of cities and towns during her early life with her clan, and later assisting the Rebel Alliance. Nar Shaddaa was practically a City floating about a planet. That all said, something felt different about Knossa, it was welcoming in a way that the Mandalorian hadn't felt sense she'd left her clan's compound. Sure the Nar Shaddaa Temple had eventually been welcoming, but that was mostly the younglings almost always wanting to hear more stories...Knossa felt like she belonged, like she came...home...

Alliera followed Siolo to the Jedi Library on Nar Shaddaa, and quickly went to looking for the Hyperspace Coordinates for Ossus. As a Jedi Hopeful, it was fairly easy, the librarian was even able to direct her to the right location once she clarified that a Jedi Knight had directed them to Ossus for training. With two copies of the coordinates in hand, Alliera quickly found Siolo again. "This is one of the copies of the Ossus Hyperdrive Coordinates." Alliera said, handing him a copy of the coordinates "I would offer you a ride, but my ship only has one seat...I'll see you there?" Alliera said her quick goodbye to Siolo, only for the moment hopefully, and quickly made her way towards the Hangar the Jolly Dancer was in. The young hopeful didn't want to waste a moment, she was going to OSSUS! The Grand Library! The Hangar area seemed to be emptying out quickly, with overheads signaling that an assault was taking place...Alliera's first instinct was to ask if she could help, but one look at the Jolly Dancer, which was unlikely to charm anyone with great performance...and she realized that she should just focus on getting to Ossus.

Alliera had heard of Ossus, old legends of the Jedi spoke repeatedly of the Grand Library, a place unparalleled in it's ancient lore...a place lost...Alliera thought it was fake, a fictional addition to old stories to make things seem bigger to the young of clan Tal'verda. This knowledge of Ossus' reality caught Alliera off gaurd, and so she didn't respond before Siolo did, and heard what he had to say. "This is the Grand Library he's talking about, an obscure legend handed down by my clan...It was thought lost to history time long ago." Alliera said, turning to Siolo "If he wants to take us there, then it's worth it; The Jedi Lore and Teachings there would be without equal, the fact that the sith havn't found and taken it is a miracle."

"It must be, the classes I've been too have discussed the basics of the force, but I've never tried to reach out and touch it before." Alliera said, looking up at the Jedi Master "where would we be going?"

(NOTE: Reference Picture, AND all credit to Pwn_Jones) The A Series Assault Rifles have been a major money maker for BlasTech sense the days of the more Mid-Outer Rim focused A280, with rifles like the A470 keeping the product and profit line alive and well. That said, there was always room for more profit, and more products. So the A551 was born, taking the known ruggedness and reliability of the A series into a new direction. The A551 is a Battle Rifle, focused more on high power and precision than on being just a Powerful Assault Rifle like previous products were. The Typical Full Auto Option of the earlier A Series Rifles is stripped out, with the bolts being more powerfull to allow them to do more damage with less shots. The remaining fire modes are 3 Round Burst and Single Shot, allowing the rifle to live up it it's precision focus. Unlike most rifles, this one comes natively with a Precision Scope, though one that can be replaced with something else as needs require. This rifle is primarily focused on Marksmen and Bounty Hunters that like their targets to stay at a distance, and pick up 'cold' bounties. This Rifle, like most of the A-series, can be found in many armories around the galaxy, with a few even making it into the armories of the big two.

https://timurkvasov.cgsociety.org/3tq1/wolfwood-assault-rif (NOTE: Reference Picture) The Constant back and forth warfare of the Galaxy has lead to a veritable gold mine for various Weapons Manufacturers, BlasTech is no exception, banking heavily on the A series Blaster Rifles over the long period of general conflict and chaos. The A470 is actually a somewhat older rifle, though BlasTech has yet to take it off the market, or stop manufacturing. The key of this is that the 470 still has a comparative damage output to other Assault Blasters, while also being reliable. The 470 in fact, still has good armor penetration against modern targets, making it popular among colonial and rim defense organizations, as well as mercenaries of all kinds. The A470's stock can be collapsed for easy carrying or for Close Engagements. The rifle comes standard with a fire selector that changes between; Single Shot, 3 Round Burst, and Full Auto. The A470 isn't commonly restricted to either of the two major militaries of the galaxy, but can often be found in large numbers in the Arsenal of the Rebel Alliance due to it's large presence in the Galactic Market.

https://images.app.goo.gl/Dy2EDjE8u8gz4j2r5[/IMG] (Credit to EC Henry) With the fall of the Galactic Alliance to the Sith Empire, alot of things changed when it came to what the Alliance needed in a Y-Wing. Koensayr Alliance Loyalists tried to take thier age old Y-Wing concept to a new direction to feed this new Military Machine. This new 'Heavy Y-Wing' is also much like the T-70 develouped by fellow Alliance Loyalists from Incom in that it's designed to be rugged and easily maintained, even in rough conditions. This new Y-Wing largely drops the Fighter-Bomber role, with it being expanded in size, even with a highly modular cabin incorperated into the craft. This Heavy Y-Wing is designed with several rolls in mind: Shuttle, Heavy Bomber, Recon Ship, Search/Rescue, Scout Bomber. The ship's modular ordinance pod and cabin allow the ship to be quickly reconfigured for any role it needs to take, even if it needs to be a new one. The ship is primarily armed with a pair of Heavy Laser Cannons on the front, a pair of twin linked laster cannons on the top turret, and a single laser cannon on the belly turret. The Ordinance Pod is designed to carry basicly anything that could be put on it and deployed. Modular Ordinance Pod Options: Photon Torpedo/Bomb Launcher(standard): 15 Torpedoes or 23 Bombs Ion Torpedo/Bomb Launcher: 15 Torpedoes or 23 Bombs Cluster Missile Launcher; 15 Missiles Photon Mine Layer: 15 Mines Shadow Bomb Launcher: 15 Shadow Bombs. Heavy Recon Sensor Package Heavy Ion Cannon Heavy Laser Cannon Long Rang Comm Equipment. Cargo Pod.

Alliera hadn't even seen the container, or if she did, she had previously ignored it. The Jedi Hopeful decided to try and live up to her name and reach out with the force, something she hadn't done yet so far. Trying to reach out with the force was like trying to reach out with a sixth sense one didn't realize they had for most of thier life, and thus didn't understand the mechanisms. Alliera was still, her helmet visibly faced downwards as she tried to reach out. For the first time, she felt like she was in a yawning chasm, like there should be more there, but it was just an oppressive void of nothing. The Mandalorian felt cold in this void, and instantly tried to find something warm, forgetting for a moment the current task. What she found was massive, there were no details of exactly who or what was around her, but she felt the flow of something flowing through and around her, and it was warm. "I...I feel it." Alliera said, the previous confidence of the Mandalorian replaced by a wonder that showed her youth "Is this...the force?"

Alliera nodded in a friendly manner to Siolo, to show that she heard him, and shook his hand discreetly, listening to the Jedi Master. Alliera let Siolo answer first, not wanting to be rude. "No One can, and no one has the right to." Alliera answered, opening the Ori'kad and putting the two rounds she had previously loaded back into one of her ammo pouches "It's only those people that can make up thier minds, we can't force them, we can only offer aid and our truth...let them decide." Alliera was distinctly uncomfortable answering like this, she didn't even have a Master yet to help her through these kinds of things, so she fell back on what her parents taught her. "As for Siolo's point: We do what we can. If we make a mistake, we learn from it and try to not repeat it. If we encounter a group that doesn't like us and doesn't want us around, we work around them and don't 'poke the Rancor'."

Alliera chose to speak up for the Twi'lek, because it was somewhat hinted that she might be the subject. "I mean, be a pillar of peace and justice in the galaxy that chases the Dark Side and general evil back into the cracks it came from?" Alliera guessed, shrugging "Which, fair point, isn't exactly what 5 dead mercs and a burning bar scream...but I don't yet have access to 'PHENOMINAL COSMIC POWA' like you, or the three weirdos over there, likely do." Alliera turned fully towards the Zabrak, assumed, Jedi; and gestured down to herself. "I'm a Mandalorian with some time on my hands, a fair amount of weaponry, and a group that accepted me as family possibly being in trouble...I'm working with what I got..."

Alliera wasn't stupid, she figured someone would inquire about the deaths of the Mercs in the bar, and likely the bar damages. She was prepared to explain herself to what she thought would be a logical and understanding authority, these were scum afterall, and noone really gave a Nerf's osik about them. The bar damages would be tougher to deal with, but she was prepared to work off what she couldn't pay. So when three dark figures started following Alliera, figures that seems almost like things out of the Tal'verda legends regaurding Sith, she was notably worried. Had the Sith infiltrated this far into Alliance space? Was the Order in trouble? These thoughts and more filled Alliera's head as she slowly made her way through the crowd, subtly readying the Ori'kad with a replacement round...Alliera didn't like her odds here. These guys were obviously revered and outright feared by the locals, which DID mean they likely weren't Sith if they were this well recognized....When the woman spoke, Alliera held a small hope that maybe this would be resolved peacefully. She could feel the atmosphere roiling though, like something was anticipated. The second sentence dashed hopes of a peaceful end to the situation, an arrest meant being interrogated, and that wasn't something she had time for... "I am Alliera Tal'verda, born of Concord Dawn and a Hopeful to the Jedi Order. I apologize for causing a disruption, but the involved were planning a hit on the Jedi to take younglings for the Force User bounty." Alliera said, turning towards the figures as she kept her weapon at a rest position to hopefully put the three figures at ease "I will not allow the young to be taken." While the weapon was at rest, the feeling that the girl was ready to pull it up and use it at a moment's notice was in the air. What the Exorcists could likely feel fear from her, Alliera's overriding emotion was a familial protectiveness of the Jedi Order, and a willingness to die for them.

Alliera had quickly entranced a group of the younglings with stories of old Tal'verda Glories, and legends her clan had about old Jedi and Sith. She didn't have much else to do at the moment, she didn't have a master yet to train her, and the classes she had been attending were out for the moment. Other than that, she had been festooned into helping get people situated, even 6 months after Coruscant things were still a mess at the adhoc 'Jedi Temple'. During this time, Alliera had garnered a minor following among the younglings with her stories. The younglings accepted Alliera, in a place where everyone else seemed too busy to deal with the Jedi Hopeful. That helped the Mandalorian to fit in with the big Jedi 'Family', and caused her to 'open up' more to the idea of being a Jedi and a part of the 'family'. That caused a problem though. Her new family was in a perceived peril. Like all good Mandalorian Clans, Clan Tal'verda kept an eye on prospective contracts for Bounty Hunting work that went beyond the norm. The bounty on Force Users was among the contracts that the girl's previous life made her aware of. Younglings certainly counted, in Ally's reckoning, she had seen a few do interesting things with the force already. To add to that concern, they were on Nar Shaddaa, where the kind of Bounty Hunters that absolutely would steal a child were likely to be. The Jedi were too busy either still scraping together something from their previous life, or trying to deal with the ascendant Sith Empire. The Alliance Military could likely do something, but with how big and corrupt Nar Shaddaa was, something was bound to slip through the cracks. So, Alliera was again in her armor, craddling Ori'kad, the improvised Energized Shotgun. The younglings, unknown to her, had seen her go with concern. The children, with a determination only children posess, went to go find one of the really important adults to tell them what was going on. ---------------------------------------------------- Alliera's first target was a dingy bar, one she had found deep in the alleyways and backstreets. Even walking in, the girl could see that she had been right about this place, there were plenty of the types her parents had taught her to avoid keeping to isolated tables or shadowy booths... The bar was also packed, but not as much. "What can I get ya?" The Bar-droid asked, washing a glass like the walking cliche he was. "A corellian ale will be fine." As the droid got her order, a group was eyeing her up. She was young yes, but a Mandalorian was a Mandalorian, and the bounty they were chasing made it a sure thing that they they could afford her. So when the girl got her drink, a dark skinned Rodian slipped onto the stool next to the girl, careful to avoid the rather large gun. "My associates and I were wondering if you'd be interested in helping us." He said, after signalling the bar droid that he didn't want anyhing "Not safe to discuss here, join us if your interested, there are alot of credits in it if we succeed." The Rodian left back to his dark booth, where he doubtlessly had a crew waiting. Alliera made a show of thinking about it over her drink, before setting down the empty class and coming over. The group consisted of the Rodian, 2 humans in ramshackle armor, a Twi-Lek in scavanged Stormtrooper armor, and a Devaronian in a smuggler's outfit. "Now that your interested, here's the job: There's a pretty substantial bounty on Force Users, and the new 'Jedi Temple' here on Nar Shaddaa has a bunch of little snot 'younglings' that should do nice..." One of the humans had started to say, before the distinctive retort of a Westar-55 silenced him. The body's head bounced off of the booth wall and slammed on the table. Alliera was out of the booth, and the next shot came from the Ori'kad, as the rest of the 'crew' were trying to either pull blasters of thier own or get out. The Devaronian wasn't helping matters as he was simultaniously pushing the body and trying to shove his compatriots out of the way, he was at the very back to the booth and was almost stuck. These movements jostled the rest of the crew and made the efforts to run or fight all the more confusting. The energized nerfshot* blasted through the rodian and the Twi'lek, both of which were trying to pull thier own side arms while being jostled by the table and the other. The Devaronian, pulled out a pouch, and dumped a bunch of black powder into his hand, as his last human compatriot finally pulled his blaster and started shooting at the girl. "You think you can mess with me, kill my friends without consiquence!?!" The Human called, as Alliera jumped over the bar "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, AND DROP YOUR FRELLING HEAD OFF AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE TEm..." THe human didn't say anymore, because an usually strong Devaronian hand was around his throat, and he was thrown to the side. The Devaronian was able to finally extricate himself from the bodies and the booth, and charged the bar. By this point, the patrons and the Bar Droid had all evacuated the area, and were cowering in one of the back rooms. Alliera tried to grab Ori'Kad to shoot the Devaronian, but it was pulled from her grasp and thrown to the opposite side of the bar, as she was pulled up by her neck. Like her gun, the girl was thrown, this time to the booth...where this had all began. the young woman's back slammed into the edge of the booth table with a 'WHAM', and a cry from the girl before she fell to the ground. She found herself smeling something vaguely familiar.. "Sulfer?" she asked, more to herself than others. "Yeah, I keep a pouch with me at all times, to help me deal with little bugs like you." The Devaronian said, grabbing a bottle of ale off from behind the bar...confident in his victory. What the devaronian didn't realize was the blaster shots from his former companion had shattered many of the bottles and storage mediums behind the bar, leading to a growing puddle and trail of Alchohol. that quickly spread from under his boots to a few meters in several directions. The fumes and smell was becoming almost too much for a normal human, but the Devaronian wasn't paying attention. He was drunk on his power, and what he would do to the little Mandalorian that had killed his compatriots. One person that did notice what happened was Alliera, as she was getting up, she remembered what her Ba'buir taught her about how flamable Alchahol was, and how it wasn't necissarily the liquid. Alliera flashed her flamethrower somewhere close to one of the growing puddles, and it worked. The Devaronian was preparing to move again, to show this little mandalorian who was really the boss...before he got set ablaze by a mix of the flumes that engulfed him and the natural flammability of organic beings. The Bar exploded shortly afterwards, too many flames and high pressure systems were compromised. Luckily, the bar patrons had either left, or hid with thier bar seated breathren in the back, so noone was hurt...other than the Devaronian...who was already on fire to begin with. Alliera, seeing her work done, walked away from the mess and into the back alleys and streets of Nar Shaddaa, but not before grabbing the Ori'kad. She hadn't intended to blow up the bar, but her father had always said that it was just a hazard of doing the business in a place of highly flammable chemicals and high pressure containers.

Alliera had quickly entranced a group of the younglings with stories of old Tal'verda Glories, and legends her clan had about old Jedi and Sith. She didn't have much else to do at the moment, she didn't have a master yet to train her, and the classes she had been attending were out for the moment. Other than that, she had been festooned into helping get people situated, even 6 months after Coruscant things were still a mess at the adhoc 'Jedi Temple'. During this time, Alliera had garnered a minor following among the younglings with her stories. The younglings accepted Alliera, in a place where everyone else seemed too busy to deal with the Jedi Hopeful. That helped the Mandalorian to fit in with the big Jedi 'Family', and caused her to 'open up' more to the idea of being a Jedi and a part of the 'family'. That caused a problem though. Her new family was in a perceived peril. Like all good Mandalorian Clans, Clan Tal'verda kept an eye on prospective contracts for Bounty Hunting work that went beyond the norm. The bounty on Force Users was among the contracts that the girl's previous life made her aware of. Younglings certainly counted, in Ally's reckoning, she had seen a few do interesting things with the force already. To add to that concern, they were on Nar Shaddaa, where the kind of Bounty Hunters that absolutely would steal a child were likely to be. The Jedi were too busy either still scraping together something from their previous life, or trying to deal with the ascendant Sith Empire. The Alliance Military could likely do something, but with how big and corrupt Nar Shaddaa was, something was bound to slip through the cracks. So, Alliera was again in her armor, craddling Ori'kad, the improvised Energized Shotgun. The younglings, unknown to her, had seen her go with concern. The children, with a determination only children posess, went to go find one of the really important adults to tell them what was going on. ---------------------------------------------------- Alliera's first target was a dingy bar, one she had found deep in the alleyways and backstreets. Even walking in, the girl could see that she had been right about this place, there were plenty of the types her parents had taught her to avoid keeping to isolated tables or shadowy booths... The bar was also packed, but not as much. "What can I get ya?" The Bar-droid asked, washing a glass like the walking cliche he was. "A corellian ale will be fine." As the droid got her order, a group was eyeing her up. She was young yes, but a Mandalorian was a Mandalorian, and the bounty they were chasing made it a sure thing that they they could afford her. So when the girl got her drink, a dark skinned Rodian slipped onto the stool next to the girl, careful to avoid the rather large gun. "My associates and I were wondering if you'd be interested in helping us." He said, after signalling the bar droid that he didn't want anyhing "Not safe to discuss here, join us if your interested, there are alot of credits in it if we succeed." The Rodian left back to his dark booth, where he doubtlessly had a crew waiting. Alliera made a show of thinking about it over her drink, before setting down the empty class and coming over. The group consisted of the Rodian, 2 humans in ramshackle armor, a Twi-Lek in scavanged Stormtrooper armor, and a Devaronian in a smuggler's outfit. "Now that your interested, here's the job: There's a pretty substantial bounty on Force Users, and the new 'Jedi Temple' here on Nar Shaddaa has a bunch of little snot 'younglings' that should do nice..." One of the humans had started to say, before the distinctive retort of a Westar-55 silenced him. The body's head bounced off of the booth wall and slammed on the table. Alliera was out of the booth, and the next shot came from the Ori'kad, as the rest of the 'crew' were trying to either pull blasters of thier own or get out. The Devaronian wasn't helping matters as he was simultaniously pushing the body and trying to shove his compatriots out of the way, he was at the very back to the booth and was almost stuck. These movements jostled the rest of the crew and made the efforts to run or fight all the more confusting. The energized nerfshot* blasted through the rodian and the Twi'lek, both of which were trying to pull thier own side arms while being jostled by the table and the other. The Devaronian, pulled out a pouch, and dumped a bunch of black powder into his hand, as his last human compatriot finally pulled his blaster and started shooting at the girl. "You think you can mess with me, kill my friends without consiquence!?!" The Human called, as Alliera jumped over the bar "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, AND DROP YOUR FRELLING HEAD OFF AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE TEm..." THe human didn't say anymore, because an usually strong Devaronian hand was around his throat, and he was thrown to the side. The Devaronian was able to finally extricate himself from the bodies and the booth, and charged the bar. By this point, the patrons and the Bar Droid had all evacuated the area, and were cowering in one of the back rooms. Alliera tried to grab Ori'Kad to shoot the Devaronian, but it was pulled from her grasp and thrown to the opposite side of the bar, as she was pulled up by her neck. Like her gun, the girl was thrown, this time to the booth...where this had all began. the young woman's back slammed into the edge of the booth table with a 'WHAM', and a cry from the girl before she fell to the ground. She found herself smeling something vaguely familiar.. "Sulfer?" she asked, more to herself than others. "Yeah, I keep a pouch with me at all times, to help me deal with little bugs like you." The Devaronian said, grabbing a bottle of ale off from behind the bar...confident in his victory. What the devaronian didn't realize was the blaster shots from his former companion had shattered many of the bottles and storage mediums behind the bar, leading to a growing puddle and trail of Alchohol. that quickly spread from under his boots to a few meters in several directions. The fumes and smell was becoming almost too much for a normal human, but the Devaronian wasn't paying attention. He was drunk on his power, and what he would do to the little Mandalorian that had killed his compatriots. One person that did notice what happened was Alliera, as she was getting up, she remembered what her Ba'buir taught her about how flamable Alchahol was, and how it wasn't necissarily the liquid. Alliera flashed her flamethrower somewhere close to one of the growing puddles, and it worked. The Devaronian was preparing to move again, to show this little mandalorian who was really the boss...before he got set ablaze by a mix of the flumes that engulfed him and the natural flammability of organic beings. The Bar exploded shortly afterwards, too many flames and high pressure systems were compromised. Luckily, the bar patrons had either left, or hid with thier bar seated breathren in the back, so noone was hurt...other than the Devaronian...who was already on fire to begin with. Alliera, seeing her work done, walked away from the mess and into the back alleys and streets of Nar Shaddaa, but not before grabbing the Ori'kad. She hadn't intended to blow up the bar, but her father had always said that it was just a hazard of doing the business in a place of highly flammable chemicals and high pressure containers.

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/T-70_X-wing_starfighter?file=T70XWing-Fathead.png The XJ Series X-Wings and the E-Wings doubtlessly performed thier jobs, and did them well. They would not have survived as long as they did in Galactic Alliance and later the Rebel Alliance if they didn't. The problem lies in the fact that both of these classes of fighters were designed with higher technology and full hangars in mind, making maintenance a possible problem for Alliance Cells that are stuck in a cave somewhere and have to make due. Incom Employees loyal to the former Galactic Alliance solved this problem with the T-70 series X-Wing. The T-70 is built to capture the performance of a modern starfighter, but 'bottle it' into a frame that can be constructed with minimum fuss, and maintained in a cave with whatever supplies a Rebel Cell may have on hand. By all accounts, the T-70 is modern, if rugged and easily maintained, take on the X-Wing concept and design that served in the Arsenal for decades. The typical Photon Torpedo system is expanded to be a more modular 'Secondary Weapon Pod' system, this is supported by a modular hardpoint on the underside of the Main Fuselage, allowing for far more variance in mission profile(Possibilities and ammo for both below). The design also incorporates an Anti-Infantry Blaster to defend the ship in case of hot landing or take off, deployable from the undercarriage. Secondary Weapon Pod Options: Proton Torpedo Launcher(Standard)/ 6 Torpedoes. Ion Torpedo Launcher/ 6 Torpedoes Cluster Missile Launcher/ 6 Missiles Ion Cannon/ N/A Heavy Laser Cannon/ N/A Modular Hardpoint Options: Recon Sensor Package Ion Cannon Laser Cannon Mine Layer(15 Photon Mines) Long Range Comm Equipment Proton Bomb Launcher(5 Photon Bombs) Shadow Bomb Launcher(5 Shadow Bombs)

Identity Real Name: Alliera Tal'verda A.K.A: Ally Homeworld: Concord Dawn Species: Human Physical Description Age: 17 Height: 5 Feet 5 Inches Weight: 120 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Grey Sex: Female Equipment Clothing or Armor: Simple Smuggler outfit, Jedi Robe(Unused), Alliera's Beskar'gam Weapons: Integrated Flamethrower, Integrated Gauntlet Blaster, 2x Westar-55s, 1x A470 Assault Rifle, 1x A551 Battle Rifle, Practice Saber, The Ori'kad, 1x Vibroknife, 4x Thermal Detonators. Common Inventory: Ammo for any guns on her person, 2x Health Kits, Datapad, Communicator, 1 lb block of Detonite with detonators. Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force Sensitive Alignment: Chaotic Good Current Faction Affiliation: Jedi Order Current Faction Rank: Jedi Apprentice History Force Side: Light Trained by: Kirlocca(In Progress) Trained who: N/A Known Skills: Mandalorian CQC, Marksmanship, Hacking, Fighter Piloting(Decent), Demolitions. Background: Born on Concord Dawn to the smaller Tal'verda clan on the outskirts of Concord Civilization, Alliera was an unassuming girl of the clan. For years, she was educated in the typical Mandalorian way, getting her ready for when she would find her way in the Galaxy. When Alliera grew old enough to understand what was happening, and started to learn the history of her people, she was never the biggest fan of all the conquests and the repeated conflicts with the Jedi. Alliera thought this all was relatively useless all told, but she kept learning, even being taught many valuable lessons in combat as she got older. When she turned 16, Alliera was old enough to go out and see the galaxy, as was the tradition for the Tal'verda clan; for a member of the clan upon reaching their 16th birthday to go out and see the galaxy. Alliera was given the armor, equipment, and even a ship that would be needed to survive. Alliera immediately found herself in a galaxy that was torn apart by war and chaos. The girl stayed to the side of it, helping out where she could, but trying to stay out of the crosshairs of both sides. When Coruscant was lost, and she heard that her people did it, that was when she changed. Alliera did her best from that point to help the Federation Remnant, and eventually the Rebel Alliance. This didn't last too long, as it was discovered she was a force sensitive, and she joined the Jedi as a Hopeful to hopefully be trained by a Master and learn her power. Alliera still doesn't know how too feel about her people after 6 months of seperation, she couldn't believe that her fellow Mando'ade would do something so brutal... Ship Registration Name: The Jolly Dancer Class: Y-Wing Model: BTL-A4 Manufacturer: Koensayr Length: 16 Meters Armaments: 2x Modern Heavy Laser Cannons, 1x Forward fixed Dual-linked Ion Turret, 1x Photon Torpedo Launcher(10 Torps) Armor: Improved Heavy Armor. Anti-Personnel Defenses: Cockpit Lock, unlocked by either a code or a hidden connection via Alliera's integrated Scomp Link. Stun Discharger connected to hatch rim, programmed to go off if one trying to enter isn't recongized. Modifications: General Modernizations/refits, Anti-Theft measures, Nav Computer Integrated to replace Astromech. Appearance: The Jolly Dancer looks to the whole world like a re-armored Y-Wing, and like it belongs in a scrap yard, and the lack of astromech is obvious. The vessel is painted Black and Red, with plenty of scratches in the paint and scuff marks to show that even Alliera hasn't been able to avoid every battle. The Tal'verda clan has a long and storied tradition of sending it's youngest out to the Galaxy to find thier own way, and hopefully return with new wisdom, and swag....but none of the elder's speak of that. So when Alliera was getting ready to make her own way, she needed a ship. Luckily, the clan found a Y-Wing that had nearly been junked from age, and took it to thier home. From the incorporation of aftermarket modifications to bring it up to a modern standard, to a series of repairs and replacements to get the fighter working again, the clan's more mechanically minded were able to make a fully functional fighter out of a former junker. The Ship had an improved layer of armor added, which was traditionally stripped off of the war era models. There was also a cockpit lock added to the vessel, tied to both a codepad and a hidden scompsocket specially programed to respond only to Ally's own incorperated Scomplink One special bit was that the fighter's Astromech socket had been damaged at some point during it's long life, and it wasn't something the family could repair/replace at the time it was in their care, and they couldn't find anyone that could...so they did without. The Solution that was devised was thus: They would incorporate and rig a Navigational Computer into the Cockpit to replace the Astromech's usual purpose, and pray to whoever would listen that Alliera didn't get in too much trouble.

https://awgebert.artstation.com/projects/D5dZb0 (All Credit to Andrew Gilbert) While most of Alliera's Arsenal was taken care of, it was her father that supplied the last item Alliera would take before she was sent off. Alliera was given this modified Shotgun to take on her journey, a modified version of the old hunting shotguns that her family had been using to hunt game and pest animals for longer than history dictated. The Original model was an semi-recent Ballistic Shotgun model meant for hunting and target shooting, one that Alliera's father had been saving for such occasion. The Tal'verda patriarch first cleaned and prepped to gun to be just like new, before fitting wiring connections and Capacitors along the barrels, along with a control system and a power pack outlet. This modification energizes the shots, giving it comparable damage to a Scatterblaster.