The visual audio propaganda plays, as it does between the newsfeed and business chatter. War after war had everyone in a frenzy over this and that, but the propaganda always plays the same grating grainy tune…
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For most this would serve as little more than background noise. But for one wandering Togruta it was just what she was hoping for. Leaving the matriarchy and homeworld was certainly a risky move by many of her people, but she observed the proper customs and kept her feet covered as she’d settle into the shuttle seat.
A tired male human who already had a medpack applied to his arm seemed to be caught off guard by the colorful regalia of her lekku and horns. She of course couldn’t help but giggle. A full adult but not seasoned it was very typical for their lekku to grow well beyond even their upper bodies, hers hadn’t just yet.
“Sithspit, some kind of new twi’lek… o’ Rodney you can’t afford another girl like that…” He seemed to mutter to himself anxiously, rocking in his seat to self soothe.
“At ease sir, I just got through basic. I’m not some kind of trouble dressed up in a uniform for the fun of it.” Her tone was melodic, easygoing.
With a puff of breath and a snort, he seemed to relent, “Yeah sure, sure. That’s what they all say. Anyway, what’s a cheerful bird like yourself doing up in the ranks like this?”
Her brows notably rose a bit, “I realize the war hasn’t been going as we’d hoped. But at the same time there is still great things happening out in the galaxy. One day, if I don’t do something about it, it’ll be my home too.”
The man shrugged a little, clawing at the back of his neck to keep from staring with an uninjured arm.
“A lot of my people have gone forth and become Jedi, don’t worry. Things will get better.” Reaching out to pat the man’s leg with a naïve enthusiasm.
It was a promise she’d been told a lot growing up.
Shili had its tribal traditions, and many of her people were especially bonded with the Force. It was just another method of mastering arts beyond even the visual world. But they were always a gentle people, creative, and traditional. Yet Ohesa was a natural when it came to the hunt. Sporting heavier armors than others even in her own bloodline.
When the frequencies of the news finally did pour through she knew she had a new hunt to face. Giving her tearful goodbyes she knew while she was no Jedi, she could at least do her part to keep the Sith forces away from her homeworld. And so she set off… to be placed on Viscara.