"𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝘄𝗲 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ { #SWRP | #MVRP } Jedi Master and General of the 20th Assault Corps.

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feel right. He was definitely telling the truth about being in danger, but it didn’t come off as… unwarranted. Diera knew he was hiding something, but what politician wasn’t? Picking up two plates piled high with strange-smelling meals, the Jedi swept back out into the fray.

addition to the ones they carried. There were weapons hidden behind the bar, under tables, and in every other room the place had. Stealing another look at Vic through the kitchen, she sighed irritably. He claimed to be under attack for political reasons, but the story didn’t +

hope that when - if? - this man’s assailants showed, she’d be granted at least a few moment’s notice. Taking a deep breath, she ran her palm over the shape of her lightsaber’s hilt, stowed in her server’s smock. She also had several blasters hidden for her and her troopers, in +

but that would only cause different sorts of problems. Instead, she lingered in the kitchen. The relative quiet allowed her a bit more focus. Her connection to the Force wasn’t as strong as most Jedi, but she hadn’t yet felt any sense of disturbance or malice. Diera could only +

the Twi’lek. It was getting late. Civilians were getting drunker and louder, and Diera was finding it increasingly difficult to act as a server and keep watch. For a moment she considered making a scene of quitting, just so she could sit at the bar unbothered and attentive, +

restaurant - despite reminders steering them toward more respectable establishments - which Diera was using to her advantage. Three of them were under her command, troopers of the 20th. They mingled, ate, and drank, but watched the room from the corner of their eyes just like +

The politician, however, was making an annoying situation into a dangerous one. The man was clearly nervous and afraid, and other patrons were going to start noticing. At least he hadn’t yet broken Diera’s cover, or anyone else’s. There were a handful of clones in the +

His connections made him incredibly influential in matters relating to clone rights. And according to him, some very bad people wanted him dead. Diera had volunteered her protection readily; earning his trust and appreciation could offer real opportunities to make a difference. +

only a single shift, and it was already proving to be unpleasant. As Diera cleared a table that had belonged to a particularly messy group, she snuck a glance over at an older man, human, who sat alone at the bar. Vic Losshru, a minor political figure, but an important one. +

Every night, the seedy cantinas and bars of Coruscant’s lower levels filled with individuals of all kinds, most not the sort of person a Jedi would care to involve herself with. Unfortunately, for the moment, it was her job. The General was posing as a waitress, undercover for +

⠀LOCATION: 0, 0, 0 - Coruscant ⠀INDIVIDUALS INVOLVED: @YOURDEATHWXSH , @AvidCommand [ Two Twi'lek are assigned to a target - one sent to pursue, one sent to protect. ]

also carrying at least one blaster of sorts. Diera isn't picky. Most importantly, she seems to always be smiling, or at the very least, blissfully content even in the worst situations. || Thanks for reading!

abdomen. The Jedi wears brown cargo-like pants, and loves to fill the pockets with useful things. Lightweight boots allow her to feel the most comfortable. A cropped shirt with mid-length, mesh-cotton sleeves is a good base layer for almost any temperature. Usually, she's +

Visually, the Twi'lek is about average for her species. Perhaps a bit short; her lekku are noticeably longer than most. Her skin is light pink, almost salmon colored. Diera's lekku are covered with rings that dwindle in size towards the end. She has similar dots on her face and +

times leaving her extremely stressed and concerned. The General spends most of her time with the 20th, training, preparing - losing herself in the comfort of familiar drills and their constant, unwavering sense of faith and community.

to smoothly and effectively take out enemies. Though granted the rank of Master, Diera still doubts her relationship with the Force, worrying that it should be stronger considering how much she asks of it. She meditates often, though the sessions are usually unhelpful, at +

combat, a result of passion and constant training. She's able to utilize almost any weapon thrown in front of her, and when lacking one, she's just as much of a threat. Diera excels at using the Force to fight, seamlessly integrating it with acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat +

⠀𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: Despite her best efforts, Diera does not believe she's yet connected with the Force as deeply as most Jedi do. She overcompensates for this 'flaw' constantly in other areas of her training. The Twi'lek is undeniably skilled in +

⠀𝖠𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: Literate and semi-selective. Format and length is matched. Pre-shipped with @ClonedLeader. NSFW will be soft or hard blocked. Seeking storylines, banter, etc. Message me to plot or chat! SW OC written by #ʙʟᴀᴢᴇs.