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In King Dusty Daytonus' scrapyards, there was plenty of junk. Half a TIE solar panel, a blown-out hyperdrive, and a warped laser cannon were just a few of the odds and ends lying about. However, if you knew where to look and what you were looking for, there were plenty of useful things too...

Essla nodded. She had shot him, so the guards seemed reasonable. "That's fair." Then, he offered her a paying job after the month was up. Hey, it would be better than running around looking for the odd job to keep her fed. "Perhaps," was her only reply. And it might have just been her...

Essla nodded as Dusty listed off the answers. A-Wings were manageable, and she had always been interested in getting behind the controls and seeing how craft like that flew. "Okay, I can do that," she mumbled, half to herself and half to the king. And then came the rules. Cee-Too had a...

Essla hadn't noticed the cane or the bandaged leg before. Well, at least I caused some damage, she thought to herself. The king didn't seem to mind getting shot, though. But Dusty wasn't done. And again, despite the fact that she was a prisoner, the compliment made her feel better. She had taken...

Essla's eyes fluttered open to see who had entered and then almost immediately closed again. "Welcome in, Your Majesty. Please, make yourself uncomfortable." Well, at least her humor was still there. And the compliment from the king certainly made her feel a little better about herself. "Well...

Essla already hated this place. She had drifted in and out of consciousness for about an hour until she had finally stabilized. It took her a moment to remember why she was in a kriffing prison cell, but slowly, her memory had returned to her. Getting shot down. The firefight. Finally getting...

When the big ape-being descended and hoisted her up by the back of her armor, her first (groggy) thought was well, there goes my neck. Fortunately for both her neck and her continued existence, her neck did not go anywhere but instead remained nice and secure on her shoulders where it belonged...

Essla trailed after Alhazred, nodding when the alien said she could clean her armor later. When they arrived at the bog, she merely sighed. Yay, mud. "…Maybe Mandalorian in design…?" she mused but was rudely interrupted by the snapping of a twig. She looked over in annoyance to see the source of...

Essla muttered a few curses in Twi'leki as she tramped through the mud. Her leg armor was more mud than armor at this point, and she was sick of it. The dying vegetation and lack of animals rubbed her the wrong way. I don't like this, she thought. Cee-Too echoed her sentiment with a sad beep...

Essla looked up just in time to see the Glymphid pilot shoot Cee-Too. "No!" she cried, bringing up her E-11 to the firing position and pulling the trigger, sending ten blasts right at the offending enemy ace. Her focus, solely on her ship and the events around it, didn't sense the stun blasts...

Essla managed to make it back to her original spot on the hill without being shot, which was nice. Apparently, the explosion had done its job. Now that she was in cover (at least for now), she contemplated her options. Option one was to make a stand and shoot it out, but that wouldn't get her...

(OOC: I got a 12 on the roll. Forgot to note that.) Essla frowned. "You and me both," she said. Everything around her suddenly seemed very quiet, like the planet was holding its breath. The Twi'lek shivered, noticing the drop in temperature as well. "Sometimes the best decision is running into...

Essla was about to make another comment when the hook suddenly caught the blue creature. "Wha-hey!" she said, pulling out her blaster pistol and firing two shots in the general direction of the hook. The thing vanished into the woods, and Essla slumped a little, slowing her pace. Even C2 hooted...

Essla harrumphed playfully as Cee-Too warbled another insult. "Perhaps," she said with a grin. When Alhazred asked if she was expecting company, she blinked. "No…?" Then she spotted the blue creatures, one of them reaching out to touch her arm. "Hey, hey, nope. No touching," she said, her other...

Essla watched in awe as the Nu-Vaal literally drained the stream around the fighter's nose gear, revealing the much drier bed underneath. A rodent of some sort squeaked as it's cover was drained away, and it madly sprinted for the surrounding trees. The Twi'lek tilted her head a little as the...

Essla blinked at the Nu-Vaal when he spoke. She didn't know that species' biology, but she was guessing 'spawn' was some equivalent to 'child.' As for meditation… "Jedi, huh?" she said, half as a question and half as a statement. She glanced back at her ship, "Well, I can probably fix it with...

Essla turned to look at the source of the voice and came face-to-face with a tentacle-faced being. A Nu-Vaal, if she remembered her hyperspace reading correctly. "Ah, hello. I seem to have found the other visitor to this beautiful mudball," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm when she said...

The ARC-170 grumbled uncooperativly as Essla cautiously navigated it towards the swampy mudball of the planet. "Blasted hyperdrive," she muttered. The fighter's drive had quit midway through a jump, causing the ship to tumble into realspace. This had been the nearest planet she could land on...

Essla swore quietly as she looked up at the Kom'rk class ship and the troops descending from it. Now, she was pinned. Run, and the ship would fry her. Stay, and the infantry would fry her. To most people, surrender was the only option. But Essla wasn't most people. While the Glymphid spoke...

Essla popped a few shots at the Glymphid, but the blasts merely scratched up the rock he was hiding behind. At least she was fine. Now, the Twi'lek had two options. Stay low, or go on the offensive. Essla, being Essla, went for the second option. She lept up from her position and sprinted down...