Recent content by Alema Torr

Alema clutched the vibro-knife tightly as she ran after the boys. In the face of the soldiers it seemed like no weapon at all, but the boys with her seemed to have enough courage for the three of them. As they blasted the Sith soldiers she didn't hesitate to run, but the sight of the...

Alema followed the boys out into the ship, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the metal deck plating. It was easy for her to understand the severity of being caught, given that she was sneaking a ride in a cargo crate to begin with. However the mention of Imperials made her lekku stiffen and...

Alema listened to him slowly. He was actually pretty good at Ryl, and after hearing his emotions in her heart she didn't really need to have the emotional context that a Twi'lek would have provided. As she considered their offer, and watched them settle down together, the girl wiped off her face...

In the moments before the call was sounded, Alema took stock of the surrounding terrain. They had landed at the base of a 10 meter tall slope, chalky with fine glacial dirt and covered in stubborn clumps of snow and fallen scree from the surrounding slopes. It was the perfect obstacle to stymie...

The Twi'lek girl calmed down almost immediately as the presence of the boy washed over her. It was something she recognized from her childhood. The village mystic, an elderly woman with a kind smile, often spoke to the children in their thoughts when they were ailing, soothing them through the...

"Nu wachami!" She said, unintelligibly in her native tongue. "Wachami... Ji cuna-" She gestured pleadingly, making an all-encompassing swoosh of her hands towards the container cell. "Ji cuna joba mucha. Ji cuna Vim, cuna... Aqua?" From the second she started babbling, she began to realize they...

Inside the shipping container, Alema cringed away from the light. After so much time in the darkness even the meager cargo-bay lights were harsh on her eyes. From the outside, the sight was like something out of a bad holovid. The inside of the sealed shipping container had been crudely...

So her studies had sort of worked. That was fine. Even if it didn't help her significantly, she knew she had at least fulfilled the diplomatic part of her duty. The second step was much more prosaic: fight, and win. It would be possible to salvage a loss if they fought well, but she had...

Republic-flagged transport ship Sanguine, present day Taking charge of routine transport inspections was one of Alema's duties, but it was not one that she had been required to do of late. After a brief and flirtatious episode with the halls of power, perhaps her superiors had decided it was...

Alema walked along with Braun in silence for a while, before responding to his questions. "Ask me about it another time, Lieutenant. Maybe over a stiff drink." Her tone wasn't cold, exactly, but it was guarded. She didn't appear to be interested in discussing that, even though they had spoken...

Alema was pleased to see that Braun's connections had worked out to her advantage. At the very least, she had the chance to get her foot in the door. She took Alton's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Pleased to meet you, Alton. Braun says you're a good man." She let go of his hand and reached...

Alema nodded curtly. She could hear Braun's discomfort in his stilted language, and unlike their new companion it was easy for her to lie abut simple things. "Yes. I'm a shuttle pilot, and I had some break-time between shifts. It seemed like a great idea to spend it with a fellow soldier." She...

"I look forward to fighting beside you, Lieutenant." She said, her tone changed as if by the flick of a switch. As the door opened her posture became straighter, her face settled into an unreadable expression, and her eyes grew intense, focused on what was in front of her. She was a well-honed...

Alema was beginning to warm to the green Twi'lek. Not despite their conversation, but because of it. As much as it embarrassed her to have her allegiances or her feelings poked at, there was something nostalgic about the whole thing. Tsara reminded her a bit of her younger sister in a way...

Even though she usually watched senate sessions when they were re-played at the end of the working day, it seemed like every member of the officer corps on Conver Station had left their posts to see the holo live. The mess hall was packed to the brim, so she sat huddled around a portable...