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"Uh huh. That's nice." Yammering. Pointless prattle to keep the conversation away from what was important. Vati hooked the gun clip with her toe and deftly flicked it up, catching it with one hand. She attached it to her own belt - not a familiar weapon, but why pass up a potential advantage...

"Perhaps later," she said with a faint smirk. "There are times to act with your head, and times to speak with your fists. The boy doesn't know the difference yet." Vati, without taking her finger off the trigger, leaned over and hit the large red button for the bay door. With a groan and a...

Vati gave the older Jedi master a grin. He was the only one on this ship in her general age range, and it was no doubt easier for him to detect the ever-present undercurrent of irony in her every word. The passions of the young were so...easily aroused. And for all the wrong reasons. After life...

"Please. Like I give half a shriveled fuck about what a whiny, self-absorbed child thinks of me. Your pathetic moral high ground crumbles the second you let every last little thing get under that thin skin of yours. Now go back to crying in your bottle and bitching and moaning to your little...

Vati cleared her throat, a wry grin tugging at her lips. Ah, the drama of children. "It's quite rude to ignore someone speaking to you, you know. How very un-Jedi-like of you, tsk. But then...it's rather un-Jedi-like to fall victim to petulant fits of anger, too, isn't it?" Suddenly, Vati...

Vati shuddered as the ship rocketed through the atmosphere, away from the planet. With an unsteady hand, she clawed the mask from her face to expose a bare patch of skin where eyes would normally be. Vati had broken out in a cold sweat, skin glistening with a clammy sheen, and goosebumps ran...

"Oh!" If Vati had eyes, they might have widened in surprise. Instead she laughed, half gleeful, half pitying. "You've a little baby Jedi with you! Well, this is turning out just grand, innit? I'll have to bust out the champagne." It was so easy for idealistic youth to be drawn into the...

Vati grinned, holding her hands up in a placating sort of gesture. She looked rather pleased, surprisingly enough. "Ohoho, look who grew teeth, eh? So much for Jedi self-control. I guess now we know who the Sith kicked the living shit out of, don't we? Prototype yadda yadda...mm, that all...

"Astounding how worms and jedi seem to find themselves stirred up the same way..." Vati muttered drily. "Scratch this flying bathtub? You'd have to thank me for making it look like it'd actually seen combat and survived. I'm Vati." The miraluka stuck out her hand, swinging her wrench up onto...

Vati shrugged, lifting her arms and knitting fingers behind her head. The fellow looked and sounded like a jedi, which automatically put a bad taste in her mouth, but that was the price of doing business. Professionalism demanded a degree of detachment, after all. Vati didn't step away from the...

Vati watched one of the assault vessels explode into shrapnel, the burning mass falling out of the sky and crushing several troopers beneath it. She wooped gleefully, swinging the guns around to focus on the remaining vessel. Before she could fire, it was already rising into the sky. Momentarily...

Vati was nursing her fourth drink, feeling pleasantly buzzed, when a chittering Pyke parked himself at her elbow. The miraluka sighed, stirring the sweet, bright orange cocktail and watching glittering flecks of sarupa swirl through it. Work. No one ever walked up to her looking this agitated...

Maržena Skalnikova There was a second when Mara made eye contact with the dazed, disheveled book store clerk. No...no, he wasn't going to help. Mara didn't have to watch to know he had fled to the back of the store, didn't need to hear his terrified bumbling as he caught his feet on stacks...

Maržena Skalnikova Mara watched the young man mutter and stumble over words with a slowly growing cheshire grin. There was something utterly, deliciously charming about young men struggling to string together two words. Up close, he had all the telltale signs of a man who had been drinking...

Maržena Skalnikova Mara was dozing on the steps of a somewhat run-down apartment building when the clatter of a bike racing full tilt down the street woke her. Having spent so much time on the streets, she had long ago mastered the art of a shallow sleep. She tracked the frantic youth with...

Juli saluted the king with a drumstick and a cheery smile, unable to wish him a farewell past the food in her mouth. Swallowing, she thoughtfully tapped her chin with a long, thin finger. Fang had a point, loathe as Jules was to walk away from a table not yet emptied of food. There really was no...

Lowry was half-losing her head, giddy with glee. With the others opening their envelopes, making various comments both excited and nervous, Lowry took a second to search through the stack. There were a number of other names here, missives that hadn't been claimed...Well, I'll just leave them...

Throughout the king's speech, Jules kept steadily stuffing her face. Despite lacking the enthusiastic speed or debris production of Ajax, she managed to put away easily as much food as the muscular giant did. It took a hell of a lot of caloric input to sustain a nearly 7 foot tall frame, and...

"Ah!" Lowry turned to Skyler (@SilverNova) with a grin. "We've got mail. From Sylwyn." She handed over the letter with no small degree of smugness. Unwarranted, perhaps, but having read the missive first Lowry felt a measure of satisfaction. It was much like being in grade school all over...

Sylwyn Uwenmoor: Scratching the tip of her nose idly with her pen, Sylwyn glanced up from her work to wave over her ever-present servant Luka. With the snow-white skin of her nose stained with ink, splatters of it dusting her fingers, she hardly looked the all-powerful sorceress she was...