Recent content by Lyra Mantel

Her demeanor changed a bit, sinking into her chair. The smile faded some from her lips as Lyra contemplated whether-or-not she could trust the Blackwell Roboticist. He was kind enough, but her story had been sealed away in hospital records and there she had been content to leave it, but Newton...

Lyra felt the familiar burning of alcohol in an empty stomach, idly swirling the drink in her glass as she waited for it to pass. The longer she listened to Newton, the more uncomfortable she felt; not for anything he had done, of course. He was kind and she couldn’t fault him for that, but he...

To be very honest, Lyra knew little about droids or their different ranges of functionality. They weren't too often allowed admittance into the bars she had frequented on Coruscant and those who were, remained silent observers most of the time. It had never made much of a difference to her...

Lyra retreated a bit into her own space, sinking into the bar stool as she watched Newton scan the advertised drinks. It seemed rather obvious to her that he didn't spend much of his time in cantinas such as this one, but why then had he invited her? The answer probably wouldn't make much...

Lyra followed him inside the Sleeping Bantha, keeping a bit of distance between them. It wasn't like her to trust strange men, or anyone for that matter, and she had doubts about having accepted his offer. It would have been rude to back out now though, and so she quietly slid into one of the...

Not a moment before she was about to slip away into the crowded streets, the man spoke up again, this time to apologize to her. It wasn't entirely necessary given she would have been equally as irritated if someone had crashed into her, but it did cause her to pause. Lyra looked over her...

It took her a moment to recover enough to stand again, picking herself up off the ground and dusting the dirt from her clothes. Her cheeks flushed pink and she inhaled a deep, embarrassed breath. Lyra wasn't hurt, but her pride had been threatened. In fact, she could hardly look at the man or...

Coronet City was crowded, though no more so than she was used to, the large marketplace squeezed shoulder to shoulder as they shopped the street vendors. Lyra could only imagine the cantinas would be worse, but she hadn't been there long enough to find out, though plenty long enough for her to...

Lyra was tired, both in the physical sense of the word and of this life that had been thrust upon her; no one had offered her a choice. She didn't want this anymore, but it was all she had ever known and the only means by which she knew how to survive. It would seem she was destined to spend the...

In that moment, the room felt as though it might collapse in on itself, a strange silence coming over them as he awaited her answer – it never came. She couldn’t explain the sensation, but she could feel his presence like a crushing weight, her blaster still trained on him in fear that he hadn’t...

Every muscle in her body tensed in response to his touch, but she didn’t pull away for fear that it would upset him. It had been her experienced in the past that men did not often take kindly to that kind of rejection, but the gesture made her uncomfortable regardless of his intentions. Though...

He surely had to be deranged to think that she’d accept his offer, given her present circumstances. It was rare that she trusted anyone, let alone a strange man in a bar who had just threatened her moments before. It was too risky for her to assume that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to turn...

It was not more than a few seconds later that the alarms were disabled, though Lyra was certain that they had not been falsely triggered. The shorter figure she had seen, wielded an unfamiliar weapon and whoever now approached the control room, suffocated her with their presence. It was a...

It was only by coincidence that she found herself in the compound on this particular evening. The desire to survive had driven her to accept an offer repairing security droids – the credits were few, but the work wasn’t too burdensome, for which she was grateful. It provided a temporary escape...

She tensed, the smell of cigar smoke invading her senses. It burned in her throat as she held her breath, more than a little hesitant to turn and observe the man who stood too close for comfort. He was older than her, taller than her, and the harshness in his tone made her uneasy, coupled with...