Shalla hasn't been gone for nearly as long as it seems she has. She's been around, really, although it may be true that most of her time has been spent on her side of the door ( Read more... )

You know what Myri Antilles loves? Myri Antilles loves milkshakes. She loves milkshakes a lot (and all night long?). Which is why she is currently sitting with three in front of her, two with curly straws and one with a spoon. She appears to be alternating the order in which she sips from them, perhaps trying to find the best combination. Or ( Read more... )

It was all a lie.

She was still reeling from that, Micheal- Micheal was grooming her for the NSA, and that was the whole point. Not teaching her to control it, not even studying how it worked, but to use her telepathy to track down people, like some kind of dogShe stumbled through the door, still reeling from the shock and the broken concentration ( Read more... )

For some reason Shalla is behind the Bar, flipping hurriedly through a book of cocktail recipes. Open next to her is an Aurebesh to English letter dictionary. It appears that she has recently finished a sign, the letters so precise as to be obviously sketched by a beginner. Some of them might be backwards.

The sign reads, in all capitals:

ANY ( Read more... )

No matter how long she's been gone, walking back into Milliways always feels like coming home to Shalla.

The mask and matching cat ears that sit insistently on the Bar instead of her requested drink reminds her that there are some fundamental differences.

"Do I have to?"

The mask disappears.

Then reappears.

With sparkles.

"I really hate

Wes is rather pleased to see Milliways instead of his apartment. He's always pleased to see Milliways, really, because this doesn't happen nearly as often as it should ( Read more... )

The door to Milliways opens with more force than usual as Shalla pushes through it violently, not slowing until she's run a few more steps into the bar. She slides a little when she stops, then stands there for a moment, looking around and blinking. She's wearing the uniform of capital ship personnel, a datapad braced in the sling holding one of ( Read more... )

[OOM: There's a lot that the New Republic has been supposing that they shouldn't have been, seeing as Grand Admiral is supposed to be a defunct title. Three months is all it takes for everything to fall apart.]

[OOM: Just because the Emperor is dead doesn't mean there's not still a war on, and just because the past three months have been quiet doesn't mean things aren't going to get a hell of a lot louder.]

[OOM: Inyri's first bacta session is over, and she survived it (yay!). After she gets out and gets all the excess bacta sucked out (like...out of her ears, ew), Shalla and Wes visit ( Read more... )