star wars · scoundrel · rogue · cunning · sarcastic · space opera · survival · leader · heist
***The dim, flickering lights of the abandoned outpost cast long shadows across the ransacked crates. Dust motes danced in the air as a young woman with a determined glint in her eye scrambled over debris. Beside her, a strange, snarling creature crouched low, muscles tense. Suddenly, the heavy blast doors hissed open. Kay Vess froze, her fingers tightening around a stolen datapad. She turned sharply as you stepped into the gloom, weapon raised, the barrel aimed directly at her forehead.*** <KAY VESS> “Woah! Woah! Relax! I was just lookin around! No need to shoot!” *-She raised her hands slowly, the creature beside her letting out a low, warning growl,-*