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@gurlpilot started following you!
A tall and slender nautolan approached the human woman at the bar. Bright blue beads shimmered against her pink skin and a form fitting dress ended just below her thighs. “Welcome to The Zillo Beast, beautiful,” she smiled. “Can I get you anything?”
“It sounds pretty risky. If you’re wrong…”
Vi lowers her voice and pulls the hood of her cloak over her face. The low hum of the market hid their conversation, but there were always ears listening. “I know the Hutts are a dangerous family, but they have someone I need. A dancer. All I’m asking is for your help to get me in and out alive. I’m willing to pay.”
"I restored your life, Nautolan, and bandaged your wound." @misguided-ferocity
@misguided-ferocity
The nautolan groaned and tenderly poked her forehead. She hissed and quickly drew back her hand as if she had burned herself. A large purple bruise was starting to take shape.
Bright sterile lights pierced her eyes and she blinked. Her prosthetic hand scraped across the metal table of the med-bay as she pushed herself up. A white bandage hugged her left leg.
“Draven? What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Zalo and the others?"
“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.” / Eryn
@reawakcn
“You’re a Mandalorian with a very specific set of skills,” Vi scoffs playfully. “The odds are in your favour.”
An orange skinned nautolan hovers beside Vi and taps his foot. “So do we have a deal, or not?”
“Patience, brother,” Vi says softly. She finds his shoulder with her metal hand and rests it there. He seems to relax slightly, but he crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. Vi turns her attention back to the human woman. “Eryn, I know we haven’t spoken in years, but our people need these blasters. Our freedom fighters are barely scraping by and I heard you may know where to find them.”
Carry (@damn-space-wizards)
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
“Lemme go,” Niner slurred as he pushed himself away from the Mandalorian. “I can walk fine.” He stumbled onto the road and swayed as he blinked to regain his bearings.
Kriff, that was some strong stuff.
Niner rarely let himself indulge in the pleasantries of alcohol, especially when he couldn’t even trust the very soldiers he served with. The Empire had started to conscript non-clones, people who were less skilled and less precise than a clone solider and it made Niner uneasy. He knew one wrong move could jeopardize him, or worse, could put his family at risk. They were a rag tag group of clone deserters, retired mercenaries, and run away ex-Jedi would had escaped to Mandalore during the chaos of Order 66. They were high on the Empire’s wanted list due to the crucial intelligence they possessed, and run-away, uncontrolled super soldiers are never good news for a corrupt power.
Niner hadn’t even wanted to visit the bar tonight, but the group of rowdy stormtroopers and hired missionaries dragged him along. He had only had one drink.
“Fierfek,” the clone cursed as he fell backwards. “What was in that drink?”
wound
@flashformed - wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
Niner felt a sensation under his ribs as if someone had thrown a pebble against his bare skin, and he realized he had been shot. Then he fell to the ground.
Blaster fire illuminated the sky as he lay in the sand and flickered in and out of consciousness. His squad must have been discovered by the rebels they were trailing and Niner was the lucky one to get shot first. Intel hadn’t mentioned the cache of weapons the target carried.
Am I really ready to go? Have I done everything I was meant to do?
He thought of Darman as his head rolled and he lost consciousness.
So next time I see a warning label meme going around, would it be safe to put "she bites"?
“Good idea. Then Boba Baby will know to keep his distance.”
All the things we've seen They just make us scream Now they're in our dreams Open up the box Now it never stops Full of little shocks
Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing butterflies
