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10 yrs ago
@Guess Who you're a lifesaver. i just looked it up and i think bread can be brought on planes, and life is good again. bless you.
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10 yrs ago
THE BREAD IS GONNA GO STALE AND I'LL HAVE WASTED LIKE FOUR BUCKS FOR NOTHING. WHAT AM I DOIGN WITH MY LIFE FREAKING OUT ABOUT BREAD AT 5 IN THE MORNIGN
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10 yrs ago
i bought a fucking loaf of bread today, and i was super excited about it and everything. then i fucking realized that my girlfriend and i are going on vacation in two days so WHO'S GONNA EAT THE BREAD
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10 yrs ago
@Nevix it seems that way. normally it's all cool and i love this place too, but sometimes something peeves me off, yknow? s'all good though, i'll get over it in like five minutes and be back to lovin.
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Call me Flo if fluorescent's too much! (I've also been called Flur, which is cool, too!) If it's Bioware-related, space-related, or hella gay, I probably love it. I'm also basically an Elementary fanatic at this point, and for some reason I have a thing for basketball.

I'm pansexual and agender; feel free to ask me about it, as I'm open to discussing my gender identity and sexual orientation, but don't be a dick. I'm here to enjoy myself, not to field rude questions. Anyways, that means I would like it if you referred to me with they/them pronouns. If that bothers or upsets you, don't refer to me at all.

But at the end of the day, I'm just here to have a good time! I love writing and it's something I've been doing on the side for the last six or seven years, and I've even taken a couple classes focused on writing in college. So let's get to it, then!

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Here you go! I haven't really looked at any of the other CS' or CS ideas up, so hopefully I'm not reaching into other people's ideas!
@alexfangtalon There is no other Cass.

ALL OTHERS ARE PRETENDERS


Say what now? I have a Cass that might take offense to that. :P

That said, about halfway done with my two characters now!
@Lmpkio Well between Shira, Jaina, and Kyatrah, the bridge would end up being quite the mess for Jesmand to clean up, lol.
Count me in!
@Lmpkio I'm sure Kyatrah is devastated that she's missing out on Jaina's mad rager on the bridge!
Post up! Shira to the rescue!(?)


Corrina Sorovia

Location: The Raven, Dormitory --> Main Hold


If there was one thing Corrina despised about her work with the Republic, it was all those blasted reports Mon Mothma demanded she write following their missions. The general idea was that she would summarize the events of the diplomatic meetings, provide short insight on the other party's motivations and desires, and suggest how to move forward with them, whether the mission was a success or not. Corrina's issue was not with the content of her reports, it was how she was meant to go about it. She found writing reports so bland, and would much rather relay the information face to face. But protocol was protocol, and Corrina was in no position to argue with a system that had worked for her for over a decade.

She had just wrapped up her report when she heard Luke barge onto the ship, his footsteps as heavy as a rancor's. She could all but grin as the crew tossed around banter about a mutiny; after the peace and success of Taris, the crew was in a positive mood. "Captain, if we were to plan a mutiny, I assure you we'd come up with a more elaborate plan than murdering you in the main hold," Corrina smirked, taking a seat. She refreshed her memory about their upcoming mission - Tatooine. The Hutts. Not particularly a mission she looked forward to, but Corrina was well-trained enough to be confident in their success. At the very least, the crew would have some time to work out the kinks of their plan to approach the Hutts. Much of it rested on Corrina and Kayala's ability to sweet-talk the Hutts into a deal with the Republic, but should they fail, there would surely be need of an escape plan.

At least Corrina could say she did her homework on the Hutts. All they really wanted was to be left alone; they couldn't really care where their money went as long as they had food and Twi'lek dancers. The Republic's pitch would be more appealing. The Hutts would provide support to the Republic in order to fight the Empire, and they'd be left alone to do whatever it is they did when nobody was looking. At least they wouldn't be cracking down on the Hutts in every corner of the galaxy like the Imperials were. Corrina considered it a surefire pitch, but you never actually knew what you were getting into with Hutts.

As Kayala wandered by, Corrina raised a hand to attract her attention. "Kayala, what do you know about our upcoming mission? Do you have any experience with the Hutts?" Kayala likely had a face for being on Tatooine, already, but Corrina figured it would be best to work out the kinks of whatever face Kayala would bear for their mission sooner, rather than later.



Shira Jen

Location: The Vindicator



"Explain something to me."

"I'm not talking to you."

"If you stormtroopers are supposed to be the face of the Empire, how come you dipshits get killed so damn often? Don't you think that looks bad?"

No response.

"Or why you couldn't hit the broad side of a sandcrawler if it was right in your face? Do you even get any kind of target practice? Or can you not see out of those helmets?"

The trooper adjusted his footing slightly. Shira smirked, taking a step forward and looking up into the taller trooper's eyes. Or, what she thought were eyes. It was hard to tell with the helmets and all.

"Aww, did I strike a nerve that time? Lemme guess, your best accuracy rating at the firing range this week was sub-30 percent, wasn't it?" She gave the poor stormtrooper on duty a cold smile. She stared into the soulless helmet for several more seconds, before she began to walk away from his post guarding the hangar bay door. "I think we had a good chat today. I think I'll come back next time you're on duty so we can continue it further," Shira called back, waving as she walked away. Prodding the stormtroopers on the Vindicator was always a good way to kill time; "Imperial discipline" too often kept the grunts from fighting back, and Shira loved to watch them squirm.

She made it a good fifty feet before the speakers began to blast a certainly-not-Imperial-sanctioned song throughout the ship. It took about two bars before Shira put two and two together: "Jaina." Muttering to herself about how she'd "toss that crazy bitch back into an asylum," Shira headed for the bridge. After all, there weren't too many people on the ship that Jaina would actually listen to, and Shira needed to shut this shit up before she developed a headache.

Finding Jaina spinning around in the Commodore's chair dancing to the song was just about exactly what Shira expected. She slowly walked up to Jaina, taking a seat on the floor next to her. "Hey you, ya fuckin' psycho," Shira half-shouted over the song. "What do you think will happen when the Commodore gets back, huh? She finds us here blasting your favorite song, and guess what she's gonna do." Shira stood, leaning over the arm of the chair and hanging her head in front of Jaina's. "She's gonna lecture us for an hour like she did the last time you pulled a stunt like this, and then you're gonna be forced to take your meds again. So how about you turn off this song and get out of this chair before I have to drag your crazy ass off the bridge myself?"
@Bishop @Empath I'm secretly judging all of you


I'm terrible at following through with my promises of posting on time, but it's finally up! Sorry it took so long...
Jannali remained silent. Her father had always erred on the side of caution around Kwilana, in that he tried to speak as little of her as possible. Once, he had mentioned that on the day of Kwilana's return from the mountain, the tribe was sent into a frenzy. He refused to say any more to Jannali, other than that he thought that her supposed power, while potentially dangerous, might also have been blown out of proportion by the Ansharin.

Whatever the case, Jannali needed to know more. She weighed the options; the first and most obvious one was to go straight to Kwilana. Judging Kwelek's hesitation to even speak of her, Jannali doubted that option would be agreeable with the others. She was certainly afraid of approaching Kwilana, as well, but she had to learn more. If she had to, Jannali would go alone to Kwilana's hut.

The only other option Jannali could foresee was, again, taking Kwelek's finding straight to the elders. But if Kwelek was right, and if this was tied to Kwilana, the elders would certainly take it from them and they would never know more. Jannali shook her head; that was unacceptable.

She shifted uneasily, as she prepared to speak up. "I think..." Jannali paused. Her heart began to race as she struggled to find the words she needed. Taking action was not a strength of hers. She swallowed, hoping she would be able to speak through the dryness of her throat. "I think we should take this to Kwilana, then. Otherwise... we might not ever get to know more." Jannali quickly looked down at her feet, avoiding eye contact with the others. She braced herself for the worst, fearing that they would shoot her suggestion down harshly.
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