[color=f6989d][i]Ja'vi[/i][/color] - [u]Not-Quite-Pleasantries[/u]

[i][color=f6989d]Do not be unsettled, maintain your focus.[/color][/i]

Slowly, the carefully precise movements of the variable parts and pieces that hovered around the Twi'lek began to snap back into place. Cautious, exact movements that required the entirety of her attention as it became constructed in the air in front of her. Once the last item had clicked into its proper position, the completed Training Saber twirled in the air in front of her as her hand brushed past it, causing it to turn slower as she inspected it. 

Other than the blasted lack of a crystal...she could likely get a fully functional true Lightsaber from the majority of the parts that remained, in combination with a few other pieces that she needed. Even as a child she had done her best to keep it in pristine condition. 

A few things were needed surely, but the most critical part of a Saber's core was what she truly lacked. She needed to find a way to get a new proper crystal soon, desperately in fact.

Yet so focused as she on her task that she didn't notice that there was someone at her door before it was far too late. Just as Saleen intruded upon her private quarters, the fully constructed Training Saber fell back to the earth and Ja'vi deftly snatched it out of midair. Tucking it inside the loose-fitting clothes she wore when not armored up like normal, she looked up to see who her intruder was from where she knelt.

[i][color=f6989d]Not good...of all the people! Why this one!? Must it always be the loud ones?![/color][/i]

Swiftly, Ja'vi's hand shot out and snatched the heavy gunner's fingertips to drag her into the room quickly and force the door to snap shut. There, she fluidly rose to a stand, but there were no other movements of aggression made by the Force Sensitive. Instead the Twi'lek stood rather gravely still, staring intensely at the woman. What was she supposed to do? Lashing out and striking would create a further distraction that she needn't have. 

Going unnoticed would have been preferable, but now this accursed mercenary had gone and made that all but impossible! To make matters worse, this woman answered only to the principles of money and greed more likely than not! At least the rebels might have been more trustworthy with their idealism, but no! She had to find her instead!

Her hands clenched into fists, and her jaw became set.

There was only the truth, that was all she could do here. How this woman reacted would dictate how she further handled the situation for now.

[color=f6989d]"I-I...I am a former Youngling Jedi."[/color] Ja'vi admitted quietly in the isolation of their room. Her voice, melancholic but beautiful all the same, continued to talk in a hushed tone. [color=f6989d]"I have no Master who teaches me, the Knight who was supposed to be such was killed during the Purge. So I am learning as best I can on my own in the ways of the Force. I could not do it under the watchful paranoia of the Empire, so I am doing what I can beneath the not-so-watchful eyes of the Rebellion."[/color]

Looking up to Saleen, the Twi'lek did her best to appeal to the woman. [color=f6989d]"Please, you cannot tell a soul! There are those who despise my kind, I cannot be found nor seen for what I truly am!"[/color]

[@ Rithy]