Eight-Six-Seven Five-Three-Oh-Nine

[Corvetta Salvo]

She felt him. Her eyes widened and breath escaped her with a soft convulsion. She stared into nothing through the viewport. This was not supposed to happen. Good girls don't date Sith Lords. She felt almost afraid to move, lest his inner Darth were to come out and grasp at her heart. She trusted him, but this was all just too surreal.

Trembling, she whispered as calmly as she could, still gazing dead ahead. "Grax... We need to... get out of here..."

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

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Graxin slowly pulled away from the awkward embrace. his heart hammered in his chest, and he was rather sure his cheeks were no longer their normal complexion. He turned abruptly, and slipped into the co-pilot's chair. A lot had happened, and he was trying to take it all in. "Sorry...aye. Let's go."


He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and readied to hold back the lava as it came.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"]