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Though She Was Fatigued, Zale Calrissan didn't show that to her host. She had her reputation to uphold. She'd come from the safe Resistance Base of the jungles of D'Qar. She was facing dangerous circumstances just on all of the Resistance's behalf, even on orders from General Skywalker herself.
Her visage, framed by dark buzz cut hair. Confident in her skills and in her mission, she'd display impatience if something didn't go her way just to fulfill the task at hand. Her worn down brown leather jacket that had been with her since she joined the Resistance.
With the state of the small town, neither did it look imposing or dangerous. Now sitting in front of a crackling fire, facing the old man who carried the piece of information the Resistance needed.
Night embossed the junk planet of Jakku, pricking the sky with starlight. The night breeze blew the tents opening a bit, but barely off the ground. The smells of rich spices coming from families cooking up meals for their younglings and the sound of running as giggling children passed by.
Lor San Tekka extended his hand towards her very slowly, placing the white piece of metal in the young woman's hand. Accepting the gift, but slowly his hand wrapped around her.
"Thank you, Lor San Tekka. The general has been searching for this," Zale thanked him.
Lor San Tekka sighed, "The general is like royalty to us. She knows that without the Jedi, the universe can never be fixed."
"She's certainly a wonderful leader," Zale agreed, her lips curling up into a smile. Kyla was definitely the daughter of Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade. But she more of matched Leia's calm and fierce personality under pressure.
Though sometimes Kyla's sister, Jynne was more likable in arguments. It was strange seeing how brave and calm Jynne stood with her shoulders back, anger never weaving into her. She was the only Jedi they technically had, but Kyla once had been one.
"Rumors go that this map is unobtainable," Zale continued their friendly conversation, "How'd you get it?"
"I've traveled many galaxies and seen that this world needs Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa back," Tekka answered.
Before Zale could answer, when the frantic orange and white metal sphere rolled into the room, barely braking to stop himself from hitting her leg. The small round droid spewing out a steam of electronic beeping. The two exchanged a glance before running outside.
The map squeezed in her hand as a bright white light blurred through the night sky. The villagers began to frantically run in dire era directions to get away and hidden. The large outline of a First Order ship broke through the sky.
Her other hand, landing on her gun in her satchel. She knew that the First Order must've gotten word of Lor San Tekka carrying the piece to the map of the old heroes of the rebellion.
