Sannika Brynn
Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Sannika had just come back from a little drive around Krasni Gorod, testing out the scrapyard speeder bike she had been able to salvage--well, with a lot of help. She may have been a great pilot, but she was no mechanic. It had been another sunny and humid day on this side of Praesitlyn, and while the wind whipping about her at high speeds had dispersed any sweat, she was now a shade or two darker on her face and on her back underneath her sports bra. Perhaps a little too dark. The sunburn could be bad in the summer heat.
After chugging a bottle of an artificially fruit-flavored sports drink, the short twi'lek sauntered into the pilot lounge and flung herself onto the biggest, squishiest couch, because she needed all that room and all that fluff to support her. She had a lot of needs. Just a blue milk and a starblossom was all she needed to keep happy. Except drinking blue milk right now sounded like a bad idea, and there was no starblossom to be found.
Should she take a shower? Nah. She wiped a blade of grass off her forehead and flicked on the radio to get some tunes going in here. "GOOOoooOOoooOoooood afternoon, Praesitlyn! This is Crazy Casey, and we've got a bunch of hot summer hits in store for you, straight from Brentaal IV, baby!"
"Oh boy..." she muttered, turning it back off and trying to enjoy the silence. Seemed like all they got out here was country music and remixes of pop remixes.
After chugging a bottle of an artificially fruit-flavored sports drink, the short twi'lek sauntered into the pilot lounge and flung herself onto the biggest, squishiest couch, because she needed all that room and all that fluff to support her. She had a lot of needs. Just a blue milk and a starblossom was all she needed to keep happy. Except drinking blue milk right now sounded like a bad idea, and there was no starblossom to be found.
Should she take a shower? Nah. She wiped a blade of grass off her forehead and flicked on the radio to get some tunes going in here. "GOOOoooOOoooOoooood afternoon, Praesitlyn! This is Crazy Casey, and we've got a bunch of hot summer hits in store for you, straight from Brentaal IV, baby!"
"Oh boy..." she muttered, turning it back off and trying to enjoy the silence. Seemed like all they got out here was country music and remixes of pop remixes.