Title: now that the end's in sight
Fandom: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 166
Author's note: flashfic, (not Tatooine) slave culture, Fem!Raven
Summary: Nomi Sunvhett improvises. Her memory problems and lack of useful intel make it inescapable.

It is remarkably easy to casually sneak the small group of Am (Am? The word seems right, can't remember where learned it) into rooms. Serves as explanation of their scouting trip, and neatly centralises their position for push in other direction, which is where the hanger must be. Ship they're stealing will be big enough - freighter won't notice another handful of inhabitants.

Their Jedi might object when they pick her up, but she does nothing but object. Nomi can't even procure a change of firstmeal without a comment.

And the armor she wears is heavy - worse, it's unbalanced. Best that they could get, on Taris, and it has saved her a few injuries, but that is very little consolation to her straining muscles. It makes an excellent excuse to keep in chambers until the early morning, and to show off her scars to Ordo. Mandolorians are into that sort of thing. And Nomi's into Mandos. Ones that aren't trying to shiv her, at least.