Ja'vi - Montrer et raconter?
Derrière sa mâchoire, il y avait un sentiment d'inquiétude qui restait dans le coin de son esprit. Est-ce que cette femme allait la dénoncer ou pas? Au lieu de haïr et de soupçonner qu'elle pensait être là, le Twi'lek a été rencontré avec quelque chose d'autre entièrement; quelque chose qu'elle ne s'attendait pas.
Il y avait de la curiosité.
Que ce soit authentique ou non, c'est une autre question, mais la femme voulait voir quelque chose qu'elle avait caché à tant de gens. Pourtant, avec son enquête est venu un léger sourire lassaire de Ja'vi. Ce n'était pas comme si elle avait le choix maintenant en ce moment, elle a dû prendre le risque avec cette femme. Sinon, les conséquences pourraient être encore plus graves.
En s'attaquant à ses peignoirs, elle a récupéré le long et mince appareil. Avec soin, elle l'a mise dans la main tendue de Saleen pour qu'elle l'inspecte.
"Ce n'est pas un sabre à part entière." L'ancien jeune homme a dit doucement, regardant vers le haut la béhémoth d'une femme humaine. "Ce n'était qu'un sabre d'entraînement de mon temps comme un initié, rien de plus. Même quand même, c'est dysfonctionnel et cassé. Avec un nouveau bijou, je pourrais faire un vrai Lightsaber... mais cela s'avère être une tâche au-delà de ma capacité."
Une fois que Saleen l'avait tenu assez longtemps pour rendre le Twi'lek nerveux, elle l'a légèrement arraché de la prise de l'homme et l'a caché sous ses vêtements.
"Ça n'a pas d'importance. Je suis simplement là pour aider la rébellion autant que je peux. C'est tout ce qui compte. Pouvons-nous passer à autre chose?" Motionnant pour que l'homme suive, elle se promène gracieusement à travers les couloirs de l'Intruder pour arriver à l'armure du navire. Là, elle s'emparait de la dernière pièce de rechange qui avait été récupérée.
Plus particulièrement, une batterie plus récente pour son pistolet de blaster. Elle n'avait jamais été fan de fusils ou d'armes plus lourdes. Trop lourd, trop lourd et trop voyant. Elle préférait la subtilité pour une raison, après tout. Les lames plutôt que les blasters, même son pistolet était plus un dernier soutien.
Si seulement elle pouvait trouver une source d'énergie plus petite et compacte pour son autre travail en cours...
Name: Ja'vi Harkan
Species: Twi'lek
Age: 25
Planet of Origin/Birth: Unknown, she doesn't remember.
Force Sensitive Y/N: Yes
Appearance:

(Training Lightsaber is Defunct and hidden.)
Skills/Abilities:
-Healer- Although she is not a masterful user of the Force compared to even a Padawan, Ja'van is able to use it to help hasten the healing of injuries or slowing the rate by which they cause death. Enabling her to buy time to save lives.
-Ja'vi be Nimble, Ja'vi be Quick- Being a creature that is slender and light of feet, she is quite skilled in acrobatic feats. She treads lightly, and is adept in being stealthy and sticking to the shadows in patience waiting for a vulnerability to take advantage of.
-Speeder Bike Pilot- With the uncanny reactivity that force sensitivity has given her, Ja'vi is an insanely skilled Speeder Bike pilot.
-Still Learning the Ways - After abandoning Coruscant and escaping to the outer-rim to try and find and aid rebels, she has restarted the meditations she had came to know as a youngling. It has granted her extremely limited use of the force in the form of slight increases to reaction time and the ability to move small objects with the Force. Though she would only ever use it in the case of a truly dire emergency as it tends to get her noticed more than she'd like.
-Quick Wits that Stay Steady- Even though she is not very practiced on the field of battle, she has the uncanny ability to stay cool under significant pressure. Whether it's the ability to think clearly while under fire and similar situations.
-Small Arms Crack Shot- Having gained some practice while wandering the universe in search of the rebellion, Ja'vi has become quite a decent shot with some of the weapons. Particularly the pistol, as the Rifle often feels to cumbersome for her to like.
-Duelist- Even though she hasn't had much practice with a Lightsaber, she's quite good with various kinds of blades due to her nimbleness and dexterity. She carries a pair of Vibro-Blades (short swords) on her back instead, of which she uses with great effectiveness in close quarters combat. With such fluidity is this, that those who have seen her fight in such a manner oft say that she moves like a Jedi.

Equipment:
- Blaster Pistol x 1
- Vibro Blades x 2
- Standard Issue Rebellion Helmet and Blaster Armor

Psychological Profile: Calm and steady of mind. Benevolent, but strict. Ja'vi cares deeply for those that surround her and does her best to insure their well being. If someone hurts those she cares for however, her tendencies can swing into the outright defiant...or even ferocious. The Tranquility of the Light Side is hard to instill within her.
History: Her first memory was the hand of a strange looking man reaching down to her amongst blinding sunlight.
As a child, she was swept up by the Jedi as a recruit during the horrors of the Clone Wars. They had discovered her to be rather credibly sensitive to the invisible will that governed the flow of life and will in the universe. Her midichlorian count was high, but not incredible akin to the masterfulness of Yoda, or the prodigal Anakin Skywalker. She was destined not to become a Master, she was destined to become a Knight.
She was barely a youngling when the insidious Order 66 was issued.
One of the very few fortunate enough to escape into the alleyways of Coruscant in the first few minutes of the Great Purge, Ja'vi lived a fearful life that was constantly on the run until she found someone who took pity on her. A Doctor, a kind, benevolent man who had taken The Doctor's Oath in ages past. He hid her away from those who hunted her, fulfilling the oath that he held concerning helping those in need. She lived in hiding then for many years until her adoptive father decided that it would be safer for them to move to the outer rim.
On the way there, she was separated from him in an unfortunate accident. From then on as a young teenaged girl living on the outer rim, she lived a life of risk and danger of falling into enslavement; until one day she won a Speeder Bike from an unwitting man in a game of chance.
This was the moment that she discovered her knack for such a task. Tearing through jungles and oft escaping death by mere hairs of a distance, the nimble girl took her talents to blurring past on-planet outposts of Imperial Guards as a small-time smuggler of small, insanely valuable and illicit goods.
So competent was she in this, that as she grew older, the former Youngling eventually obtained the attention of the Rebellion. They sought her for her ability to sneak past or outrun those who pursued her. And one day, she awoke not in the hovel of her hideout, but instead a eerily quite and cold chamber with a bag over her head.
Once she stirred, it was removed, and she was suddenly face to face with members of the Rebellion. More than willingly for the sins cast upon her from the past, she joined their cause. Thankfully they did not know what she actually was, and they paid fairly well. Through basic training she never fared well, except for in the close-quarters setting of combat.
There she became known as a monstrosity.
Not much longer, the former youngling would find herself on the front lines of a messy, bloody conflict; and she was more than willing to put her blades to work.
Yes, and:This is a bit of a writing exercise; how your character relates to the character posted above yours. It should be something incidental, and can easily involve antipathies and disagreements. It's almost like a 'how they met' sort of exercise.