Recent content by Sigal Adi Chume'da

Sigal cursed each and every one of her Jedi companions; whilst they toiled against the darkness, she was the only one maintaining the crumbling wall of light. The dark side was annoyingly persistent, refusing to succumb. It was like a parasite, and the planet was its host; all the more reason to...

Sigal let out a hellish shriek, one filled with triumph and mockery. With undignified chortling, she looked upon Voxun's severed limb with mirth. Serves the wretched male right. He should have known than to challenge a daughter of Hapes; they were as fierce as they were beautiful and none more...

Sigal groaned, consciousness returning to her painfully fast. She blinked for a moment, seemingly waiting for her sight to return once more. Quickly, however, she recalled her surroundings and how utterly blind she was rendered the darkness of the caverns. Uttering a curse under her breath...

Sigal sighed ruefully, resigning herself to the second rate caf. It was better than nothing. With any luck, it would soothe her forever growing migraine. Public travel certainly didn't help her condition, but neither did her Jedi companion. This was not Sigal's first mission with the male; she...

Sigal's violet eyes narrowed at the stranger; the fool was courting her irk, most assuredly. He had identified her people, yet she wasn't surprised. Anyone who looked upon Sigal would know. Hapans were amongst the galaxy's most beautiful, generations of selective breeding had ensured that gift...

With the aid of the force, Sigal launched herself into the air, narrowing avoiding the points of the spears. In a feat of acrobatics, she spun, using the momentum -with her saber at hand- to create a protective perimeter. Taking to the air was risky, she knew this, but in this moment it paid...

The wall of light was an exhaustive feat, especially others were faltering in its maintenance. Gritting her teeth, Sigal fought to light from waning. The darkness was trying to gain an advantage, anyway possible. Like a parasite threatened with the loss of its host, the unnatural evil squirmed...

Sigal cursed silently to herself; the highlander had perished. Her essence vanished from the battlefield, her signature fading into the force itself. Damn her. She should never have come on this mission, not if she couldn't hold her own. Sigal would not waste her time on the weak, not when she...

Sigal absently noted the gender of their opponents; she was surprised to say the least, having never encountered an all female pirate crew. Indeed, the Hapan military and navy was predominantly women but still it was intriguing to see what other roles females donned outside of Hapes. As obscure...

How Sigal despised this green gremlin like creature. This thing, this misshapen cur who was -supposedly- the Grand Master of the Jedi Order. Surely, it was some sort of joke, albeit one made in utterly poor taste. And yet, much to Sigal’s shock, it was no such thing. Indeed, this alien male was...

Sigal did not share Vollen's notions of mercy and compassion; soon as the pirates prove hostile, their lives would be forfeited. Besides, the Hapan had little patience for their kind, and even less when it came to conflict. She particularly didn't take kindly to the prospect of injuries and...

The dark fought back rather defiantly. None could have expected such tenacity; even in the face of numerous odds, it riled and rallied, seeking to defend its purchase on the planet. For that, Sigal reviled it all the more haughtily. Banishing this taint would give her the ultimate satisfaction...

Though Sigal was ready to charge, a grating voice halting her. It wasn't the cultist, surprisingly enough. It was her fellow Jedi, the tart tongued human. Honestly, Fiona's words were like nails on a chalkboard; it made Sigal bristle just listening to them, so much so that she visibly shook...

Dread filled the Hapan. The earth beneath her very feet trembled and shook; with each passing moment, the tremors grew more pronounce. The ground groaned and cracked, its density becoming distorted under quaking pressure. Was it an earthquake perhaps? The moving of planetary plates? No. This was...

Never in Sigal's life had she hated something so menial as public transport. The cramped, uncomfortable quarters, the maddening chatter and cries of families travelling with infants; all of it irked her to unfathomable heights. Though never one for mediation, Sigal found it was the only thing...