Recent content by Dusti Streebek

Now, it was well-known in Coronet City that Dusti had a lot of issues. Timing, as it turned out, definitely stood out on top of that list. There was a sound of boot heels hitting metal as Dusti charged down the ramp of her ship screaming as if she was charging into battle for glory. She held...

Dusti looked at Brent quizzically. “Making me get wet?” Then, her inner light bulb switched on. “Oh… OH-ohhhhhhh!!!” Her eyes sparkled mischievously and a wide grin came over her face as her intoxicated brain finally clued in on the otherwise obvious innuendo, prompting her to slink in closer to...

Dusti has briefly considered heading over to the game table, but she knew that there was noooooo way that she was sober enough to gamble. Maybe I shouldn’t have had five shots of whiskey before I left the ship… she mused. "The water is pretty nice. You have a bathing suit?" Dusti heard a...

The door to the indoor bar was kicked open in quite the dramatic flair as a wobbly grease-stained redhead stepped toward and posed in a power stance as she surveyed the crowd with a *bleep*-eating grin. She opened her arms widely, accidentally slapping a random twi’lek in the forehead. “I’m...

Soooooo… the turrets weren’t going to be very useful anymore, and Dusti knew it. The pirates had gotten too close by now and this vessel wasn’t equipped for close combat. Sure, she had guns, but she was a *bleep* shot. She slid down the ladder from the dorsal and ran to the cockpit for a better...

“There it is!!!” Dusti yelled out to… nobody in particular. Her systems had given her another green light for another round of fire and she was well past ready for it. Another series of laser shots was released as she pivoted the turret around, nailing another couple of those punks. She couldn’t...

“Aw, *bleep!!!* Come on, lady! Take cover by my ship!” Dusti told Eithni. “I gotta get to my turrets. Otherwise I’m a *bleep* shot!” Glancing at Brent briefly as he ran for his rifle, Dusti charged back up her ramp and past the farting beasts who cried out at her as she sped through...

The Nerf Class Freighter, adorned with a logo for Streebek Courier Corps, turned itself around to land so that the loading ramp faced the pod and its other “rescuers”. Dusti made sure to keep the ship powered up, in case of any potential attacks. “First to arrive, last to land…” she said to no...

Dusti was having a blast… even if her seat-neighbor didn’t completely share her sentiment. But when one imbibes a little too much alcohol eventually one’s vision starts to get a little… fuzzy. She wasn’t able to pick out what punch came from who anymore, so she began to squint a bit as she...

Dusti gasped, as if she had just heard the magic word. “You used to race???” She clapped excitedly. “Oh my *bleep!* We have so much to talk about!” Then she practically jumped into the driver’s seat. The interior of the P-870 was almost as decorative as the exterior. It was a purplish dyed...

“Fan-tabulous!!!” Dusti unhorsed herself from the chair and went to slap Marcum on the back. “It’s gonna be a late night, Dadda. Don’t wait up. Come on, Rex!” She started to skip out of the office. “We’re gonna paint this *bleepin* town chartreuse! I know a great Alderaanian place that serves...

Marcum listened to Roxy’s offer as he stroked his chin in thought. “So… if I understand you correctly, ‘Rex’, you’re seeking a contract with our company. And these connections you are bringing to the table are very intriguing. Now, I’ll be up front with you… I have made contact with certain...

“Holy *bleep*!!! Did you sssee that??? We got some… we got… wait a minute… *BRAAAAAP* We got some real power versush speed going on here!” Dusti continued on with her drunken commentary as the ithorian continued to imbibe next to her. It was quite possible that he was drinking to help himself...

Dusti’s ship putted along toward the pod cautiously until her sensors began to signal the approach of several more ships. Aw, banthacrap. There’s two of them! she fretted. Okay, calm your bitties, Dusti. They don’t look like pirates, so they’re probably responding just like you are. All the...

There was a pleasant sounding *Ding!* as one of the security personnel waved Roxy over. “Your profile has cleared. If you go right through that door you will find Mr. Streebek’s assistant waiting to guide you to his office.” The rather stunning and conservatively dressed zeltroni assistant...