@jacenhurtzler
“I see you have new... Irish friends. Sure’d be a shame if mi men were to /destroy/ them.”
Extreme annoyance etches into AJ’s regal features. “You must have an incredible death wish, Hurtzler.” Liberty grumbles under her breath, her fingers reaching for her lightsaber. “My Irish friends... as you so accurately put it, would wipe you and your pitiful army out.”
“If I were less of a busy woman, I’d regale you with tales of your many follies and defeats,” she snarls. Feigning extreme disinterest, AJ returns to her work without ensighting violence.













