#putting marion ravenwood and ellie sattler in a blender and topping it off with a bit of chrisjen avansarala

[dapurinthos]

Lene Kostana. How can I describe Lene Kostana? When Rael was nineteen and sulking over his last growth spurt failing to live up to his expectations, he walked straight into Lene Kostana after she and Sifo-Dyas had staggered off of her shuttle, clothing more tattered than their pride, and decided, on the spot, that one hundred and sixty-seven centimetres was a great height. Her master was Ty Yorrick, infamous freelance monster-hunter, one-time mercenary, rider of sanvals. If she had ever met Lourna Dee, she probably would have told Lene Kostana that she was badass. Putting aside the Jedi-hatred and, oh, the entirety of the Nihil, of course. She’s two centimetres taller than Master Si, has a lightsaber the colour of Dantooine’s larger moon, white hair that looks like a Shani's feathers with how it’s limited to a single stripe down the centreline of her skull, cargo pants with approximately a million pockets, and wears a long, leather coat tooled in disappearing gold that makes every single pouty, early-thirties action holofilm antihero look like the non-threatening lead in the type of wholesome holos that teach teenagers not to give in to peer pressure. I want to lie down and scream into the carpet because she’s so cool. I wave when Master Si introduces me instead.