Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
Alana was really starting to hate her position here. It was a whole lot of 'do this, now, do that after.' Really, Marek Starchaser should be doing that, but nooo, he was off doing his casino and who knew how many women. Was Alana jealous?
A bit, she would admit. But that was because the blonde and Marek had a weird way to interact in the Force. It was at times both intimate and down right scary. She didn't mind, it gave her a place to feel like she belonged, and truthfully? She felt safe. And well, there was this whole Suvian Science thing.
Marek had sent word to his assistant who was basically doing his frelling job for him, that the leader of the SS company was showing up. A droid by the name of [member="Jeff Solaris"], he apparently had a destroyer droid to sell. And Alana didn't really like droids. She found them useful, of course, but ones that had their fake sort of sentience? They just creeped her out. So even if she was wearing her black dress, she had her silver hilt on her hip, ready for anything. The blue blade would make short work of most things, or give her the necessary distraction.
But she was just waiting, in the office, typing away on a datapad on Spacebook doing real work. Just get the meeting over with, she could survive this.
A bit, she would admit. But that was because the blonde and Marek had a weird way to interact in the Force. It was at times both intimate and down right scary. She didn't mind, it gave her a place to feel like she belonged, and truthfully? She felt safe. And well, there was this whole Suvian Science thing.
Marek had sent word to his assistant who was basically doing his frelling job for him, that the leader of the SS company was showing up. A droid by the name of [member="Jeff Solaris"], he apparently had a destroyer droid to sell. And Alana didn't really like droids. She found them useful, of course, but ones that had their fake sort of sentience? They just creeped her out. So even if she was wearing her black dress, she had her silver hilt on her hip, ready for anything. The blue blade would make short work of most things, or give her the necessary distraction.
But she was just waiting, in the office, typing away on a datapad on Spacebook doing real work. Just get the meeting over with, she could survive this.