"Any more bright ideas?!" Iella hollers, ducking back behind the stack of shipping crates as a volley of blaster bolts singes the hell out of the wall where her head was a second earlier.

The cavernous warehouse is lit by furious blaster fire; the sharp, acrid tang of ozone and burned flesh is in the air.

IELLA IS SHOOTING BAAAAAACK LALALA

The Wessiri apartments are, shall we say, large ( Read more... )

Iella turns the key and opens the door to their rooms, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. She leans against it in the darkness a moment, closing her eyes, winter hat in one hand and several icepacks numbing the other, and then she says, "Lights." One, and thankfully for her head, only one, comes up, and she slowly opens her eyes. ( Read more... )

Iella opened her eyes ( Read more... )