Eva 'Skuld' Stark
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2019
- Messages
- 388
- Reaction score
- 172
Ah, droids.
One of the most karking annoying things in the galaxy... and one of the most problematic. Good in a pinch if charting the stars or in need of an autopilot, but annoying when in combat. Several reports in the last few hours had been filtering in about this new mission, and truth be told she looked forward to something that didn't involve directly her own other responsibilities. Sure, if she died it would put a dent in plans that allied Deucalians with their companions in another faction, but she was sure Darth Valravus, aka Zandrali, would no doubt convince another luckless soul into joining forces.
For now, though, she anticipated a good, solid fight with something with a bit more substance than pirates or sassy-mouthed pilots with more luck than actual skill; she needed something to bury her ax in.
What better way to get two birds with one stone? Gain a planet, slaughter, and come back home a bit more sore than usual. And what was even better?
It seemed like it was a family jaunt... with someone else whom she had not met yet.
Honestly, she hoped the little witch's skills improved since Skuld first rescued her from Nar Shaddaa, but she wasn't going to hold out much thought on that. The bedamned child did not have even proper armor on, which caused Eva no end of frustration and headache. The girl could be shot, or worse, and Eva was not going to come running to her rescue every time she would get injured or overwhelmed. The girl was strong, she could handle herself.
The Alvadein came into slow orbit within the atmosphere of the temperate planet. All readings seemed nonhostile so far... they had not yet been seen.
She paged the private comms for their companion's own separate transport, voice clipped.
"Coming in to land in a remote area. Any questions before so?" She knew it was hardly a proper greeting, but they didn't have the time nor grace to be overt. Until they would be found, a quiet recon and divide and conquer would do for the business they were sent for.
Unless this Mid had any brilliant ideas. She didn't even know what this person looked like, though based on what few reports she could glean from public lines, it certainly wouldn't be a dull mission.
@KinkyPrawn @Raven_41
One of the most karking annoying things in the galaxy... and one of the most problematic. Good in a pinch if charting the stars or in need of an autopilot, but annoying when in combat. Several reports in the last few hours had been filtering in about this new mission, and truth be told she looked forward to something that didn't involve directly her own other responsibilities. Sure, if she died it would put a dent in plans that allied Deucalians with their companions in another faction, but she was sure Darth Valravus, aka Zandrali, would no doubt convince another luckless soul into joining forces.
For now, though, she anticipated a good, solid fight with something with a bit more substance than pirates or sassy-mouthed pilots with more luck than actual skill; she needed something to bury her ax in.
What better way to get two birds with one stone? Gain a planet, slaughter, and come back home a bit more sore than usual. And what was even better?
It seemed like it was a family jaunt... with someone else whom she had not met yet.
Honestly, she hoped the little witch's skills improved since Skuld first rescued her from Nar Shaddaa, but she wasn't going to hold out much thought on that. The bedamned child did not have even proper armor on, which caused Eva no end of frustration and headache. The girl could be shot, or worse, and Eva was not going to come running to her rescue every time she would get injured or overwhelmed. The girl was strong, she could handle herself.
The Alvadein came into slow orbit within the atmosphere of the temperate planet. All readings seemed nonhostile so far... they had not yet been seen.
She paged the private comms for their companion's own separate transport, voice clipped.
"Coming in to land in a remote area. Any questions before so?" She knew it was hardly a proper greeting, but they didn't have the time nor grace to be overt. Until they would be found, a quiet recon and divide and conquer would do for the business they were sent for.
Unless this Mid had any brilliant ideas. She didn't even know what this person looked like, though based on what few reports she could glean from public lines, it certainly wouldn't be a dull mission.
@KinkyPrawn @Raven_41