Scar-Faced Hag
"Oh."
Cora winced slightly as Lossa gestured to her nose. She'd heard about the bombing, about how Denon had gone into lockdown and Corpsec tripled their efforts to hunt down those responsible and adjacent groups. Her own trip to Denon, more recently, hadn't been a pleasant jaunt. Less government-sanctioned slaughter, more gang violence.
Her gaze drifted over to Makko, recalling the state she'd found him in. How far he'd come from that night.
"I'm not surprised that he saved you. Despite being a delinquent, he's always…"
There was a look in the Zeltron's eyes that had her trailing off.
The austere hardness dropped from Cora's face, replaced instantly with flushed surprise. "H-hey, wait-" She stammered as Lossa threw an arm around her, ushering them closer towards the young Knight as he was being greeted by a Jedi she wasn't yet familiar with.
"You don't have to- get your hands off of-"
As much as she wanted to, Cora withheld the instinct to flail and twist her way out of Lossa's hold. Instead, she addressed the Zeltron in a harsh whisper.
"Weusedtodate,happy?"
Straightening out as they approached Makko, Starlin, and the darkly garbed young man, Cora willed the blush from her face and smiled pleasantly.
"Sir." She tilted her head in greeting, gaze shifting to Makko, then Starlin.
"Congratulations, Makko. A promotion well earned. And congratulations to you as well, Starlin. Hopefully Makko hasn't caused you too much trouble over the years?"
A faint tickle of humor tilted her lips, her expression amiable, but a hint of faraway sadness lingered in her eyes.
Makko Vyres Lossa Aureus Starlin Rand Aymeric Prendergast
Cora winced slightly as Lossa gestured to her nose. She'd heard about the bombing, about how Denon had gone into lockdown and Corpsec tripled their efforts to hunt down those responsible and adjacent groups. Her own trip to Denon, more recently, hadn't been a pleasant jaunt. Less government-sanctioned slaughter, more gang violence.
Her gaze drifted over to Makko, recalling the state she'd found him in. How far he'd come from that night.
"I'm not surprised that he saved you. Despite being a delinquent, he's always…"
There was a look in the Zeltron's eyes that had her trailing off.
"I'm guessing you're sweet on Makko. How'd you two,"
The austere hardness dropped from Cora's face, replaced instantly with flushed surprise. "H-hey, wait-" She stammered as Lossa threw an arm around her, ushering them closer towards the young Knight as he was being greeted by a Jedi she wasn't yet familiar with.
"You don't have to- get your hands off of-"
As much as she wanted to, Cora withheld the instinct to flail and twist her way out of Lossa's hold. Instead, she addressed the Zeltron in a harsh whisper.
"Weusedtodate,happy?"
Straightening out as they approached Makko, Starlin, and the darkly garbed young man, Cora willed the blush from her face and smiled pleasantly.
"Sir." She tilted her head in greeting, gaze shifting to Makko, then Starlin.
"Congratulations, Makko. A promotion well earned. And congratulations to you as well, Starlin. Hopefully Makko hasn't caused you too much trouble over the years?"
A faint tickle of humor tilted her lips, her expression amiable, but a hint of faraway sadness lingered in her eyes.
Makko Vyres Lossa Aureus Starlin Rand Aymeric Prendergast