#c;20

[icaqian-blog]

.ﾟtime to boogie ! ☆

@iceunseo

it was that time of the week again where she contemplates changing her alias from victoria to sonic because she’s gotta go fast. being the target of pursuit by the imperial navy and security force has become a daily occurrence. song qian finds that she seldom needs to make time for exercise sessions or cardio because the boys, girls, bunnies, in the blues (or whites, or reds, or whatever) were always chasing after her. it was flattering at first, but now it was getting to be a bit tiresome.

especially since she’s just an innocent gal trying to enjoy the harvest festival. 

“my gluteal muscles are incredibly toned,” she mutters from the alley shadows’ shroud, patiently waiting for the resounding footsteps of her adoring, armed ‘fans’ to disappear. with her free hand, she fiddled with the pilfered morph gen attached to her other arm. a strange, foreign sensation washes over her as the piece of technology ferries her transformation. it was nearly nauseating, but a small price to pay for added protection. “now time to get out of here.” 

[icaqian-blog]

.ﾟadventure time ! ☆

@icadawon

jakku is an interesting planet. a marvel. a unique habitat of many incredible species and--

qian thinks she’s just passed the same dune-cactus for the eighth time. so, alright. even her own curious little cerean mind, parched for a new discovery, couldn’t battle the sort of redundancy and monotony only a desert planet could provide. she lifts a hand from the handle of her swoop to briefly readjust her goggles, and nearly sighed in relief when she spotted a landmark (an odd-looking rock vaguely shaped like a ferret) that signified that indeed, she hasn’t been zooming about in circles.

(please save her from this sandy hell.) 

the things i do to spot sandworms, am i even in the right part of jakku-- her thought process is fittingly interrupted by a colossal annelid breaking through the dunes and diving back into its depths. it took all of her willpower to stay sat on her swoop and not to jump off and run in the general direction of the worm-like creature.

“beautiful, yes!” she shouts giddily. “this is the quality content that i signed up for!”

[icaqian-blog]

.ﾟeggciting friendships ! ☆

@icahyejin

it wasn’t a necessarily rare occurrence for qian to get familiar and friendly with her trading partners. well, when it came to the more civilised, interesting ones of above average intelligence and decent personal hygiene, that is. (ruffians were not only too simple and overtly violent, but they often times argued with her on her prices--song qian does not haggle with her bids.) jinjin, bless her and her little robotic hand, was grouped into a pleasant shades of greys. small, quirky and a bit of a bloody nuisance, the girl proved to be a decent business partner and an amusing acquaintance. 

and so, as clucky laid too many eggs and one had been fertilised (was it a rooster from that one other raxii planet she couldn’t recall?), song qian decided to gift the girl with it. surely, if there was anyone else who could appreciate qian’s fine genetic artistry, it would be jinjin! and if not, well, qian supposed she could take her gifts elsewhere. 

“jinjin!” qian (or victoria, as she was known to her business partners) exclaimed, hand placed over the bulbous bag sat at her waist. “i apologise for my late arrival. space traffic, you know.”