Ysanne Isard sits at a table in the bar ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Isard and Petothel face off after a class meeting. And things are insinuated.

And Gara decides she'd rather not think or show who she's related to.

Millitimed to a few months before Gara's entrance.]

A door wooshes open on a Star Destroyer and it slams closed in a bar ( Read more... )

[OOM: Two old enemies cross paths upstairs, even if one is not nearly as old as the other.]

Inyri wanders into the bar from Ingo, streamers in her hair. She starts pulling the shiny strips of plastic out, as she wanders deeper into the bar, tense and curious ( Read more... )

There is a woman. She is sitting at a table with perfect posture, rolling a stylus between long fingers and reading a datapad. Mismatched--one blue, one blood-red--eyes flick up every now and again, looking over her surroundings and nearby patrons; she is watchful. Maybe waiting for someone, something. Maybe not. Either way, her long black ( Read more... )

It's been a while since this particular unscarred face (hahaha hahaha ... er) was seen in the bar. But here he is, wandering through the front door as aimlessly as if he's just killing time between missions with nothing else to do.

That's because he is.

Milliways, howeer, makes him beam.

[OOM (sort of): Ysanne Isard and Zekka Thyne knew each other by reputation only. That is, until they met out by the lake.]

[OOM: Iceheart keeps herself busy.]The woman who steps through the door tonight is tall, dressed in a crisp red uniform with simple rank insignia on the left shoulder. She is middle-aged, and maybe she would be beautiful if it weren't for the sharp cast to her features, framed by a thick lock of white hair on either side of her face, and if it ( Read more... )

When the door opens tonight, the sounds of an elegant dinner party are audible for a moment (restrained laughter, the low buzz of voices, glasses and silverware clinking perfectly). The woman who steps through is young and blonde and beautiful (aren't they all? even if her features are a little too sharp to be conventionally attractive), with the ( Read more... )