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Roman cracked his knuckles. A small part of him wondered if she was just making fun of him. An even smaller part wanted to hurt her just in case she was. "Well life is for the living" he replied. It was hardly surprising Lord Jakris whatever had been forgotten. He was bloody dead, and most...

They had been in the speeder a good few minutes when it dawned on Roman that Corra genuinely believed he knew some curses. Despite his resolution not to give a shit about anything much, the look of excited expectation on her face made him hesitate. "Well...depends on your view of what's good"...

So Corra had dreams of her own. Roman wondered what hers looked like, trying to see that book again from earlier that she had been reading. But the unattended cig in his fingers began to burn, and he had to stub it out with a grunt. "Well if I knew that I wouldn't be moping around this place"...

Yeah, there was no doubt about it now. Corra was not just interested in this stuff, she was practically high on it. "A curse?" Roman did find some of the imagery in his dreams disturbing, but it was not like any of it could really hurt him, or bother him once he was awake. But she spoke like...

Roman had been prepared for Corra to shrug off his strange ramblings, or maybe laugh out loud at his jumbled descriptions. Her genuine interest caught him off guard. "Erm...." he stuttered, looking at the sheet of paper she had pressed in front of him. "I guess I could try....". The...

She seemed to like the compliment, but didn't give one back. Roman gave her a smile for now. He didn't often go for girls but the fiery dynamic types could sometimes light his fire. "Runes?" he realised as he repeated it the word that he may well have heard it before. "Yes" he said more...

Roman was pleased with his work, even if it was a little rushed. He was not entirely sure what the shape he had drawn meant, if it meant anything at all. It was one of several he saw in his dreams. It felt strangely good to draw it for real though, and on the subdued Fillo of all people. He...

Roman let his frustration out with a snort. Even when you turned the dial up, Connor didn't blink. He would have to test him properly one day. "I'm sure I'll find something" he shrugged, in no rush to share even his initial thoughts with the guy. Roman could do chill too. "Just don't leave...

Roman was relieved the girl was relatively new too. That kept it simple. "Nice to meet you" Roman smiled, settling himself down into a chair opposite her and resting his feet on another. "Cool hair". Purple hair was hardly the most out there thing in the galaxy, but Roman had spent too long...

Trodai seemed pleased enough with Roman's progress and he followed the Champion and the pawn Isaac to the Governor's estate. It was a big, plush place for a minor lord, but the two guards on the main door were well out of practice. Roman managed to slip his saber and a few necessaries past...

Once his eyes adjusted to the gloom, Roman spotted the young girl in the corner. Big eyes flashed at him from beneath a vibrant purple bob as she looked at him inquisitively. He stepped into the room, encouraged that she was not some crusty hag barking at him to get out. "Roman Kallo" he...

The man who sidled up to Roman in answer was tall and fair haired, with doe-like brown eyes that made him look cute. Another time, Roman might have been tempted to sink a few drinks with the guy and find out how doe-like he really was. But he was on a pretty tight time limit today. "So still...

Connor was glancing up and down the alley, but Roman remained fixated on his new companion. “Oh it is?“. If Connor had always intended to sell the transport ship’s hyperdrive to these pirates, then several things must now be true. Connor must be responsible for bringing him here. He must...

TEMPLE LIBRARY, KORRIBAN Roman had decided to just go for it. Vague symbols and markings continued to assail him in his dreams. The usual replay of the day's events, memories and hopes violently interspersed with burning text or blood-scrawled script, all in a language he did not understand...

Connor was pretty solid, Roman was learning. Cool, calm, chilled, never rising to quips. He talked about dancing with pirates like it was just grocery shopping. After a fucking stressful morning, the acolyte realised this guy was actually bringing him down. "Pirates eh..." Roman considered...