03-25-2018, 01:44 AM
Nova didn't realize she had been holding her breath — until after Rahullu's fiery-haired cellmate interceded on her behalf. Once the sigh of relief came and she finally exhaled, Nova peered out from around the intimidating woman's shoulder, and pointed a finger at the bald, scarred man that had threatened her. You better watch your back, Nova wanted to answer in retort. Instead, all she managed to say aloud was, "Oh yeah?"
Then, putting her hands on her hips, Nova nodded at the Devaronian and said, as confidently as she could, "My Wookiee friend won't need much convincing — I just hope Big Purple's ego can take going 0-for-2 against him is all."
Privately, she pondered what exactly the horn-headed being had warned his hot-headed comrade against. The Devaronian managed the brawling and bettors, but the inmates involved were still subject to consequences. Were they just talking about punishment from the guards for stirring things up outside of sanctioned bouts? Moreover, how could the Jedi just let this bloodsport go on? How could he just sit idly by and watch people get beaten to a pulp as inmates traded credits. That is, if he were even here at all....
Once "Skald" walked away, Nova turned to Korstyn, and with a bit of bravado and obvious irony
in the tone of her voice, said, "I had it all under control..." then softly, "... but yikes, thank you."
