#* solar;

[gallaxians]

             closed starter for @xsleepwalkingx || solar and ?? 

“I just need to know if you saw anything.” There’s a lilt of amusement in her tone, brows raising as she looks the other over. While she didn’t think much of the situation, Solar had to admit she was horribly desensitized. They had contained the threat, and everyone would forget the giant alien running through the square that afternoon. “Thank you for sharing your day, but focus on the after lunch part.” 

[gallaxians]

                 calling upon @yeoliehq, trading ♡ for a starter ! 

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, Solar staring down the figure in front of her. “May I help you?” Her voice rings out as she tries to get a read on them. It wasn’t that they looked out of place in the dim lighting of the bar. The place reeked of higher class, it certainly was no dive bar or club scene that she preferred. She also preferred her boots back in her locker, not these high heels that threatened to have her tumbling. Anything for the job though. “Do you want to order a drink or are you just going to stare?” 

[gallaxians]

                      calling upon dongyeon ! ( @ujudol )

“You can’t take her to the hospital--” The girl in the passenger seat argued with the driver, the car speeding as it races away from its origin point. Solar laid in the back, rolling her eyes at the overdramatic humans. She was already healing, the nanobots in her body repairing the damage. At most she had a broken rib, a sprained ankle, and a black eye. However it looked like a lot worse with the blood that covered her face. “Drop her off here!” The car took a harsh right turn, pulling into some sort of open lot. 

If she had been on her own, Solar would have just returned to the ship, have Mecca patch her up and speed up the healing process. Tonight, however, she was with her so-called crew, her guise up. The next thing she knows she’s being helped from the car, a limp still in her step from her twisted ankle. They helped her down to the pavement, one running off to go bang loudly on some sort of door. 

“What--?” She barely got the word out, the two abandoning her and zipping off in the car, leaving her sitting on the cold ground - the sun just barely breaking the horizon. A soft hiss, the martian reached up to wipe at her eyes, blood clinging to her lashes. A figure was in front of her, obscure and unidentifiable. Just where had they dropped her off? 

“Where am I?” 

[gallaxians]

SOLAR! How are you so damn good at makeup?????

Her lips turn upwards as she leans back in her chair. The heels on her boots are high, leather clinging all the way up to her thighs. “I could say I’m a natural or that I’ve always loved doing it...” The female crosses her arms over her chest, tongue flicking over her bottom lip. “The truth is I had to hide my bruises. Before I got scared straight, my life was underground fighting. It was so hard to hide. I had learned how to do costume make up just to hide my wounds and welts. I’m so glad my make up routine has been cut down from two hours to maybe thirty minutes on the daily.” 

[gallaxians]

                        calling upon @groovymeteorites !

It never minded the planet the were currently at port, the squad always held jurisdiction over any local forces. That didn’t mean they were out to play lackey for them, alas she was sent out on orders. “Hey you!” She curls two fingers, beckoning someone off in the distance over. Pulling out a tablet like device, she enlarges the picture. There’s nothing but a photo, and she gives nothing away to the crime. “A simple question, have you seen this person?”