"Hey, astral."

Syal brightens as she enters Milliways, dressed in casual clothes and hair still wet from her shower. (A rare real shower, not a sonic one, so she's already in a good mood ( Read more... )

The Corellian system is a surprisingly boring place when you're not actually spending time on Corellia itself. When you're just patrolling it in your Eta-5, touring the edges of the system to make sure ships aren't trying to sneak in from this side, and all you have to occupy yourself is the challenge of identifying constellations from a slightly ( Read more... )

Syal pulls a face as she enters the bar, still in her grey flightsuit, gloves and boots, and brushes her bangs out of her eyes with the hand not holding her helmet ( Read more... )

[OOM: Tim gets the answer to 'why forensics?'.The door to Milliways swings open once again. On the other side of the door is the hallway of the Miami-Dade County crime lab. Standing in the doorway is one Tim Speedle, one hand on the door handle and the other hanging onto his motorcycle helmet ( Read more... )

They say that actions speak louder then words.

And that's totally and utterly true as far as Matt Parkman's concerned. He's not bound, his door's there, his world's probably frozen (or at least some corner of it) with his wife worrying her brains out and his ex-partner and best friend nursing an amazing black eye ( Read more... )

This time, when (Lysa) Syal enters the bar, it's in casual civilian clothes, including a jacket (space is cold). Her first combat mission was a couple days ago; the debriefing aboard the Dodonna while in hyperspace yesterday ( Read more... )

Lysa Dunter -- because she's Lysa, just now, Ensign Lysa Dunter of Vibrosword Squadron -- has a mission soon, very soon; her first ever combat mission.

(If she's lucky, of course, she won't actually see combat, but if she wants to be lucky, she should stay grounded -- and she doesn't want to be lucky ( Read more... )