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Ilyra could probably have gotten a few shots off at the retreating form of the bird-person but what would really be the point? She only had a pistol and the range wasn't that good, even if she was some kind of crack shot (which she was not). Instead she just kind of watched him fly off. Had...

Huh so that Mandalorian had been more injured than she had thought because he wasn't able to evade the blaster bolts from the Sith Lord (really?) and was dead by the time the rock she had launched at him managed to connect with him. With her lightsaber up in front of her, defensively held across...

The smell of burning flesh was not new to Ilyra but she would be lying if she said it was one she liked on any level - despite being a Sith, causing pain was something of a means to an end for her. She wasn't sadistic enough to take any pleasure in Revora's pain or her situation. She just felt...

Well the cat-woman was more dexterous than she would have thought but in the end she didn't think it would really matter. How dexterous could you really be when covered in armour after all? The first part of her attack didn't go as planned but that was fine because the second part unfolded very...

Ilyra didn't have much patience for speeches and the like either but that was alright - it seemed that the Mandalorians didn't either. Rather than spending their time with a counter speech or something equally as innane, they leapt into action. Ilyra was of the same mind as her Mandalorian...

Ilyra hadn't really been doing much with herself in the last few months and she had decided she needed to get out and shake the rust off of herself. Most of her time she was a pilot but sometimes she had to get a reminder that she was a Sith and that meant she was meant for the ground and pound...

Zarya was... unhappy with the climate it seemed! Ilyra couldn't blame her but she was fine with it personally. Heating her starfighter was never a priority when the power could be better used elsewhere so she was used to being chilled to the bone. She scoffed a little bit at the suggestion that...

Ilyra hadn't done much work with @Zarya in the past and what work they had done together was... marred by bad outcomes she would be the first to admit. But what she was certain of was that there would be a time the two of them worked rather well together and she was determined to make today that...

Excuse her face? Her face? "At least my face doesn't look like a fairy godfather spunked on it." She spat back at the woman with a scowl, "Why are you even here? I don't know you. Are you even Imperial military?" The planet they were on might not be Imperial anymore but this bar was still...

Ilyra had to admit that it looked like things were going their way but she still had her guard up, was still ready to activate her lightsaber if she needed to. She would only be using it for defense right now however because she was reasonably sure that the people here were nothing but vaguely...

Ilyra had to say that she was surprised; everything she had learned about the Rebellion told her that they were actually rather gung-ho about charging into the fray. Maybe their information was wrong and there were no rebels? Maybe these rebels were of a different caliber to the regular...

Ilyra Visz really didn't like rebels. They were sneaky little buggers and they seemed determined to never fight with even numbers. They were determined to rope civilians into their little games. How did the sith know that there were rebel agents at work? Simple really. The people of this...

Ilyra looked away from the datapad, taking a drink as she did, and noticed a weird woman on a barstool staring at her. Staring was normal in a bar but this woman seemed to be taking it to an extreme and, honestly, being a bit weird about it. She frowned a little bit before it turned into a...

OOC: PvP forbidden, Shenanigans encouraged, Sith Only "Quil Satorian could dance the pants off any man, woman or Hutt in the damn Galaxy and he was one karking KING of a wingman!" Ilyra was, as some old people said, 'in her cups' right now. She had started a little memorial drinking session...

This begger was making her work for it, she would give him that. Even with her continued evasive movements however, she was still fully able to see the Mandalorian pulling off his own moves to avoid the missile. While he was starting his barrel roll she expected him to go to one of the sides or...

"YAS QUEEN!" Ilyra was sat on her sofa, looking over the initial results of the show. She was curled up on the sofa with her feet underneath her and a cup of hot caf in her hands. Today was, she had decided, a pajama day so she hadn't moved much today aside from taking her little pupper out for...

There were five medium turrets on this side of the ship but as she was now only three of them were firing on her - three dual medium turrets firing on her was still a right pain in the kark though. She gritted her teeth and concentrated. She carried on after the Mandalorian fighter but she threw...

Heavy Laser Cannons were dangerous weapons - they were also slow, ponderous, things that relied on their targets not actually moving all that much or all that fast. Other capital ships were hardly going to be agile and if you missed a planet then you were in real trouble. But Pepe wasn't a...

Ilyra had to admit that she was getting rather used to fighting Mandalorians over shipyard worlds but she was also going to be the first to admit that she really didn't like that she was getting used to it in the first place. She was sick of it, truth be told, but there wasn't much she could...

Did... did that Mando missy just slam the doors on her? Ilyra was fuming. Who the hell did that badger shagging piece of shite think she was?! Slamming the door on her - how rude! She stared at the door for a second in utter shock before feeling with the Force. Her ally was... dying? Waning...