Recent content by Priscilla Castelle

Priscilla waved away the cigarettes. Deadpan: "Sweetie, the Solo dynasty dates to the very founding royalty of my people. Who among us could be expected not to intimately know our progenitors, and give them the respect they deserve?" Meeting his gaze, long and slow, and holding it, she...

Priscilla loosed a laugh at the question. Perhaps unfairly so, given its innocence, but she stayed true to her roots. She diluted the sting with another small smile. Just enough to take the edge off. "Hardly," she said, finishing her glass and nodding for the bartender to refill it. In the...

"Priscilla," she said over the pulse and thrum of music. Over the lip of a vodka strawberry, she cast about the room, admiring what few patrons she could see. Handfuls here and there gathered and spoke, or danced amidst the candescent blue within. The trill of early eve captured this place...

She had time to blink maybe thrice. Too few times to count the seconds. A flurry of activity. Shouts, the shifting of a crowd edging from danger. The sudden thud of a half-conscious body hitting the ground. It happened fast, bereaving her of the frame of mind to reconcile the events. Robbed...

Night descended over Galactic City level 4026. With it came a calm that settled over the districts; brief respites to take the mind off the urban sprawl. Crowds mingled on the duracrete streets, edging nearer to multifluous destinations. In the suspended dusk, it all converged. A homogenous blur...

Tenacity slowed her steps. Chased her from quiet contemplation. Hunted her from the recesses of resolution. She had nowhere left to hide, whether that was in the past or now. For all she'd wanted to confront it, still she tried to flee. She eased to a stop. Let her feet fall still and her...

Priscilla stood silently, eyes cast to the memorial. Watching, waiting, caught on the cusp of contemplation. Avoidance hung there, trembling in the air. It beckoned her; one more step, one shuffling pace. She need only turn and avert her gaze. Walk away. Never return. Bury the past and let it...

Pitched whinge of speeders dotted the skyscape of Coronet. A day like any other; commuters roamed beneath the afternoon sun, eyes cast to the horizon. The endless drone of holonet news and neon-lit billboards advertised and chronicled the day. Foretellings of battle and politics, of rote and...