Samantha Solo
Character
Samantha looked into the mirror she stared into her own eyes looking for a hint of emotion. There was none for today, she felt devoid of it. If she had not pinched herself moments ago she would have believed herself completely without sensation. The Corellian beauty glanced over to the picture of her family, her brothers specifically. Here at home on Corellia there was little that could be done to her, and there were no spies to report to her brothers.
Both of them Jedi, and both seemingly lost into their own worlds. Brad had begun to lose his touch on reality and the force. Hawk his focus never seemed on the force but always somewhere else, never on what he was doing.
But then there was her. She looked at the picture Hawk was her twin and it seemed the only feature that had in common was their dark hair. When her family looked at her they saw a princess, self absorbed, clothes hound who cared for no one other than herself, and her next manicure. It was the perfect cover to allow to move planet to planet.
Under this guise she was able to smiley with a look of absent mindedness and yet remember every word of what was said. The losses of the Republic were mounting, and while Sam was not a direct member of the Republic she felt a bit of obligation to help those who were affected by loss.
Word had been sent that they would be sending someone to work with her, their mission, find out what the Sith were going to do next, and if possible location of their forces and report back. Should be simple enough, Sam laughed, it never was. Now who was this person they were sending, and how long did they have t accomplish the mission.
[member="Johnny Diamonds"]
Both of them Jedi, and both seemingly lost into their own worlds. Brad had begun to lose his touch on reality and the force. Hawk his focus never seemed on the force but always somewhere else, never on what he was doing.
But then there was her. She looked at the picture Hawk was her twin and it seemed the only feature that had in common was their dark hair. When her family looked at her they saw a princess, self absorbed, clothes hound who cared for no one other than herself, and her next manicure. It was the perfect cover to allow to move planet to planet.
Under this guise she was able to smiley with a look of absent mindedness and yet remember every word of what was said. The losses of the Republic were mounting, and while Sam was not a direct member of the Republic she felt a bit of obligation to help those who were affected by loss.
Word had been sent that they would be sending someone to work with her, their mission, find out what the Sith were going to do next, and if possible location of their forces and report back. Should be simple enough, Sam laughed, it never was. Now who was this person they were sending, and how long did they have t accomplish the mission.
[member="Johnny Diamonds"]
