Recent content by Eisa Wex

Groaning as the Diva responded to her query, the spacer shrugged before grabbing the next bite of her breakfast. "That's surprising, figured you'd be the first one to pull" The fire head spoke whilst nodding towards the Diva's visible assets, before taking a bite out of the rest of the pastry...

Waking up face first into a pillow, the fiery haired spacer groaned as she eased herself up away from the bedding, her eyes narrowing as she looked around the shared accommodation in the morning's light a bemused grin crossing her features as she looked over towards the bed near the the window...

Stepping away from the pitcher of effervescent green glowing liquid as Magnum called time on the contest, the fiery haired spacer, busied herself clearing away the bottles she had used to 'mix' her drink, though the most part of her clearing the bottles away wasn't the case of returning the...

Her attention briefly got pulled away from Rich for s moment as she picked up on the sound of s low shuffle as Todd the stage hand did his best to crawl along the floor behind the spacers couch to collect the drained bottle she has discarded, and replace it with a fresh one. All whilst trying to...

As the announcement that the first competition was to soon start, and of all of the possibilities it was drinks related. The Spacers hands shot up into the air! "Score!!!" She hollered, as a broad grin crossed her features. Whether it was just perfect timing, or perhaps the stage crew rushing...

Looking up to the side as the stage hand ran over with a bottle of beer, seemingly in his haste to comply with Rich's orders, he had neglected to open the lid. A mistake that was easily enough rectified, with a practiced flick of her cybernetic wrist. With the bottle open and the cool foam...

The Spacers entrance when she was giving the nod from one of the back stage staff, certainly lacked the grace, poise and glamour of the other contestants. Hell she even lacked the attire, no slinky dresses, make up, push up undergarments nothing, just a her typical short cropped top and jacket...

Shaking her head as she rolled her eyes as the Diva decided to try and take the high an mighty approach, to the fiery haired spacer's outburst. Eisa was at a loss of words, in part to the fact that she would have to share a room with miss prissy pants standing all centre stage with her perfectly...

A loud and almost hysterical laugh rang out from the edge of the reception, where the Fire haired spacer had commandeered a portion of the waiting staff for convoluted drinking games. "Yes! You landed on the Idiot card...." The spacer cheered out before falling silent as she rummaged through the...

Groaning as she drew her hand over her features, eyes rolling in frustration. "Nope not in the slightest" Eisa spoke before setting the cards back face down on the improvised table. "You stand there, you're the exhaust port" the spacer continued as she stood herself directly opposite on of the...

A wide grin curled on the spacers lips, as the blonde Diva reacted with complete indignation, at the gall that someone as lowly as her would dare speak to the socialite as she had done so. Finger pointed, threats that she will have her tongue cut out. All of them just met with a Wild grin, one...

The whole thing just seemed too good to be true, there she was, waltzing through Coruscant with Curse riding her shoulder - just like any other day. Until some random guy thrusts a clip board into her face saying 'enter this contest, win a Manson and 2 million credits' blatant scam if ever there...

A broad grin crossed the spacers features as she watched her crewmate unhook herself from the cables that had been keeping her operational and somewhat tethered to the work bench over the several last months following Curse's little run in with the Sith back on Ajan Kloss. Her eyes tracking the...

Looking up towards the buzzdroid the spacer tilted her head to the side slightly just to make sure that any stray sparks or shards of metal didn't come close to her eyes. Her brow furrowing as she listened as Curse slowed in her dissection of the downed Droieka, to chitter about her gratitude...

With a loud sigh, the fiery haired spacer rolled her head around back and forth as she clipped her lightsaber back to her belt. The earlier chitters in binary from the droid had not gone unnoticed by the spacer as no sooner had she caught her breath, a wide grin tugged on her features...