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ooc: hello new people??!?

note: apologies for my ghostly activity, college course work has been breathing down my neck like a dragon ready to ROAST ME ALIVE recently (but I think I still know who all I owe).

If you’re new and I haven’t said hi yet: HELLO. 

1. If you’re an RP blog and you’d like a short starter: just lemme know by liking this post or poking my lazy self over IM. I am the least scary person ever, i s2g. 

2. If you’re a personal blog, hello! and welcome to...whatever this mess is. ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)    Enjoy your stay.

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If Intel was right---although they often weren’t---this  wasn’t a situation he wanted to be in right now.

Or ever.

Xann swallowed hard as he tried to back up through  the open doorway behind him. 

      She certainly matches the holos... What are my          chances of getting away unseen.

The pale, towering woman looked over her shoulder, and he froze. 

       ---so, not great chances, then.

He was more than proficient with a DC-15, all clones were,  but he doubted a  single  blaster stood even a ghost of a chance against lightsabers. 

His smart mouth had nearly gotten him knocked back to piloting garbage scows a few times, but faced with almost certain death, he defaulted to sheepish smiles and apologetic shrugs.

The moment she made eye contact, he didn’t bother  to reach for his weapon, and instead jerked a thumb  over his shoulder, indicating the open door.

      “If it’s all the same to you...I’m just gonna...Go...”