Harma Allyn was never one to stay in one place to long ever since she was rescued by her now deceased Jedi Master. She grew weary of travel but only felt at home on a starship. She wanted to find a nice planet to settle down on maybe find a regular partner for horizontal excercises. She thought she found her place amongst the Jedi, but they were weak and pathetic or war mongers, she joined and was nearly tortured to death for some sicko’s amusement. Not a single person tried to help when she did get free they were like ‘hunh, you survived.’ She was just another cog in the meat grinder. She wanted a life where she mattered to someone, anyone. She heard of a settlement that sounded an awfully lot like a cult. She figured it couldn’t be any worse than the Jedi and they were in some super secluded sector of space that Mandalorians were not fighting there. She was sleeping when she got a call from someone.

She stood up walked over to the chair her clothes were draped over. She grabbed her Lightsabers and left her clothes. She never went anywhere without them. She sat down at the com unit. She stretched out, putting her feet up. “This is Harma Allyn.” She yawned. “Sending coordinates. Knock loudly.” She went back to sleep with the cool metal of her Lightsabers resting against her skin. A random man got out of her bed and got dressed. He left the ship. He never did get her name nor did she get his.