Ameli Trahir
Princess
Objective: B
Location: B - 4
Allies: [member=Sena Lassiter] and [member=Tes Dralyn]
Enemy: This is you, [member=Andras Garon]!
Gear:
"Oohh I almost forgot about that." Ameli said, looking thoughtful. "Though I suppose that's kind of the whole point of the planet. To not remember how much fun you had? But we did have fun." the blonde grinned, as the few fond memories she had of the place flashed before her eyes. Ameli had absolutely loved Zeltros. With all the drink and drugs, she had barely noted the hurt until a few days after. It was like Coruscant on spice. If the Sith ever set up shop there, she'd be the first to transfer. Though given the way the Acolyte duo had left the planet, she wasn't entirely sure they'd welcome them back.
"That sounds... Intense" she said, as if the girl had yet to decide whether she found competition to be a good thing or not. On one hand, she enjoyed the lethal dance between two individuals who sought to deliver severe pain to the other, on the other, she had never faced someone with military or Jedi training. Or, that wasn't entirely true, but still. Would there be someone stronger than her? Someone to overpower her? How did that feel? Curiosity got to her. "Just another dance, eh? Think I'll pick up on the steps?" were there new steps, or still the same? Chances were she'd at the very least build up a sweat. Ew.
You ready, girl number one asked. "I-" girl number two tried to reply, but never got that far. "Well we're already here. Guess we're going." Ameli sighed. For once though, she wouldn't let Sena dictate their course by cutting her off and making the decision on her own. Not that she minded, she was usually happy to go along. It had brought her to wonderful places in the past. Though now it was the blonde, who half-skipped ahead.
"Have you ever flown into a warzone like this? Is this something I should start expecting when we travel together?" she asked, walking backwards and looking back at Sena as they entered into the main factory complex. Ameli turned back again, as they made their way through to the entrance into 'B - 4'. "What happened? Have you ever lost a dance?" Walking into the area, there was but one man inside. "Think he'll wanna dance?" she asked Sena in a hushed voice, without turning her head away from him. It was interesting how her first question wasn't 'Is he Sith? Is he Jedi?' but simply 'Can I kill him?'
Location: B - 4
Allies: [member=Sena Lassiter] and [member=Tes Dralyn]
Enemy: This is you, [member=Andras Garon]!
Gear:
Uhm..... Lightsaber? Some fancy robes. Yeah, that's about it
"Oohh I almost forgot about that." Ameli said, looking thoughtful. "Though I suppose that's kind of the whole point of the planet. To not remember how much fun you had? But we did have fun." the blonde grinned, as the few fond memories she had of the place flashed before her eyes. Ameli had absolutely loved Zeltros. With all the drink and drugs, she had barely noted the hurt until a few days after. It was like Coruscant on spice. If the Sith ever set up shop there, she'd be the first to transfer. Though given the way the Acolyte duo had left the planet, she wasn't entirely sure they'd welcome them back.
"That sounds... Intense" she said, as if the girl had yet to decide whether she found competition to be a good thing or not. On one hand, she enjoyed the lethal dance between two individuals who sought to deliver severe pain to the other, on the other, she had never faced someone with military or Jedi training. Or, that wasn't entirely true, but still. Would there be someone stronger than her? Someone to overpower her? How did that feel? Curiosity got to her. "Just another dance, eh? Think I'll pick up on the steps?" were there new steps, or still the same? Chances were she'd at the very least build up a sweat. Ew.
You ready, girl number one asked. "I-" girl number two tried to reply, but never got that far. "Well we're already here. Guess we're going." Ameli sighed. For once though, she wouldn't let Sena dictate their course by cutting her off and making the decision on her own. Not that she minded, she was usually happy to go along. It had brought her to wonderful places in the past. Though now it was the blonde, who half-skipped ahead.
"Have you ever flown into a warzone like this? Is this something I should start expecting when we travel together?" she asked, walking backwards and looking back at Sena as they entered into the main factory complex. Ameli turned back again, as they made their way through to the entrance into 'B - 4'. "What happened? Have you ever lost a dance?" Walking into the area, there was but one man inside. "Think he'll wanna dance?" she asked Sena in a hushed voice, without turning her head away from him. It was interesting how her first question wasn't 'Is he Sith? Is he Jedi?' but simply 'Can I kill him?'