Recent content by Arla

Only up here, Arla replied to the comment about it being cleaner. The Promenade was the shining jewel of the Galactica and was usually quite restricted with who was allowed in. Arla, however, owned a luxury apartment here and she had seen to it that Theia was given an all-access guest pass...

Arla took Theia's offered hand and shook it (@GABA). Arla, she said. She had no real reason not to give her name, after all. A challenger called the Sith out a moment later, and Arla's eyes turned to look at the man. She had no real dog in the fight of these two, although Theia nearly throwing...

She could almost see Nakoa having the realization that Arla's family was a convoluted one, but it all made sense in the end, didn't it? Renfry, Raze, and Tiamat had all been at the top of an empire at the same time. That proximity was bound to form lasting relationships. What's more, they were...

Arla listened as the other two conversed. She had never been the small talk type anyway, and she was sure there was information to learn here if she had the patience for it, but she wasn't really sure she had the stomach for pleasantries and flattery. It's been a very interesting place, she...

His joke was met with a completely straight face mostly because she wasn't actually sure if he was joking. Mother and Tiamat were very close, she said. Ah yes, the twisted family of Arla Thorne of the Forgotten Valley. But not by blood, no, she said. Was Tiamat Arla's aunt by most...

Arla watched as Nakoa summoned a table for them out of literally nowhere, finding a moment's amusement in the things that the two of them were capable of doing. Things that others wouldn't even believe possible were mundane actions. Arla sipped at the wine that was poured, continuing to think...

The Sith went on to say that it was all a big joke, but Arla saw no reason to press the topic further Mmhmm, Arla hummed cryptically. It all felt a little weird, but Arla's mind was pulled to questioning what Theia was still doing here. The appearance of someone else that seemed to know...

Arla fell back into silence again. Of course, Nakoa had thought about it and made plans. The thought amused her and she had the equivalent of an internal smile at the thought. He asked a lot of follow up questions - which was fair - and she didn't have great answers to them. More and more time...

Arla wasn't entirely sure what had drawn her back to Korriban after all this time. Sure there was the fact that the King was having weddings, but that wasn't really why Arla was here. Maybe something from the darkness of this world was calling out to her once again. It had been nearly a decade...

Arla continued to whittle away at the wood in her hand, carving what was very slowly turning into one of the fathier back on her ranch. She thought about everything that had happened over the last decade and what she had built. She listened as Nakoa talked about the witch-king and some war...

These days, Arla felt like she was less busy than she used to be. There had been the passing thought of taking over the Corporate Sector, but she hadn't really capitalized on that. Ruling wasn't really what she wanted, and it sounded like so much work to take over. She had decided to accompany...

Arla hurled him back even as he tried to power through her grip, bones broken and body mostly broken. No doubt he would make his way back to his ship and leave the planet. It was one of the weirder experiences that Arla had ever experienced, but it likely wouldn't be the last strange...

Arla moved like a predator of the jungles, her presence seemingly coming from all around him as she approached. She saw him spinning the weapon through the air, and she saw no reason to hide herself any longer, stepping out into the visible clearing. She had told him to leave, she had defeated...

Arla watched him get washed away by the river, and didn't initially pursue. There was a buzz about the village now and Arla went to try to find the village elders. She received more than a few glances here and there as she passed the threshold of the village. There weren't many part-Sephi...

Arla didn't actually attack him further as he began to pound his head against the ground. It was clear that he was... mad. Not angry mad, but the bat-bite crazy kind of mad. The kind of mad that was a danger to her and her people. The kind of mad - or even more so, actually - that Taron Malicos...