Trilla has spent the last year carving out of corner of the galaxy for herself to hide in, but a certain necromancer has brought her past back to haunt her.
After a bad deal, she finds herself ferrying the Nightsister Merrin to an unstable world to find one of the last of her sisters. But this reunion hardly goes as planned and they find that they're far from the only interested party in the system.
Cal Kestis was sat in waiting. He was watching Trilla before she even entered the door. Years hadn't yet found a way to hook into the corners of his mouth and keep a smirk at bay. The situation could only be more transparent if he shouted out loud: ‘this is going exactly according to plan.’
The slightly musty air of the gas mask’s old rebreathers raked through Trilla lungs, it was nothing like the perfectly maintained helmet she kept for the Second Sister. But even with it's hazy green visor and tight straps digging into the back of her head, the mask was doing its job. It really was too easy to hide from a Jedi. The purge was so successful and for good reason.
Trilla said nothing after entering. She barely even bothered to look at Kestis.
Rather, she trailed along the wall. It was cold against her palm as she dragged her hand over the surface. Slowly she moved. The ship and station hummed at her touch. Currents running through wires lapped curiously at the charging cable wound around her tendons and bones. It was consistent and it was predictable. Right up until it wasn't-
It seemed unimportant to note before, but she'd come into the cell carrying a pry bar. Without hesitation, Trilla drove the pry bar between the wall panels and ripped back. The panel crashed to the ground and Kestis flinched before the sound even rang out.
A flash of white and blue caught Trilla's eye, darting through the newly opened gap in the wall. The source of the shift in currents behind the wall tried to scurry away from her. Unfortunately for him, this droid had been spending too much time with Jedi. By the time his tiny metal mind could calculate an appropriate amount of shock, he was already being wrenched out of the wall by his legs.
“BD!” Kestis struggled against his restraints. “Leave him alone!”
The droid thrashed like a dying animal in her hands. All manner of binary curses and swears fell out of him, until Trilla managed to get to his power switch. Then his body fell limp and lifeless. It fell with a heavy thud and harsh scrape as Trilla tossed it aside.
“See, isn't this better?” Trilla asked, her breathless voice quiet from behind cheap plastoid. “So much easier to have a conversation without that wretched thing nipping at my heels.”
“Who are you?” Kestis hissed.
“I am the woman whose very limited time off you've interrupted,” Trilla said. “So let us make this quick.”
Still rocking an NFT icon in this day and age is like seeing a confederate flag on the back of someone’s truck. You lost 100 years ago, fucker, it’s over.
I feel like I need to share this because idk if Europeans are familiar with the presence of Aldi in the US, but at least especially in my area they’ve been growing a lot recently. Like Aldi bought out some local failing grocery chains where I live (Louisiana) and have opened Aldis in all these somewhat rural communities and small towns, which for the record I’m fine with
But as a result of this they are advertising a lot more in my area and also in many cases, the people in these areas have never been confronted with Aldi or any European grocery store. So the ads that Aldi is pushing out to its new US customer base feature a cowboy shopping at Aldi who is explaining to new Aldi customers how Aldi works. Like this cowboy is explaining you gotta put a quarter in the shopping cart and why there are very little name brands. A cowboy is how they want to reach their American customer base. They gave us a cowboy
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Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex