First Reply The Woman Who Can’t Forget

[Alana Calloway]

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The Woman Who Can’t Forget​

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Location: Bespin, Cloud City, Sky Bar Balcony​

Tag: Open​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

She sat on the balcony, her gaze a clear mirror, the horizon a distant reminder of what was gone.

Of what had once been.

In one hand, was a bottle of liquor that she probably shouldn’t have been going at alone. In the other, she gripped the railing of a walkway. She mouthed something to herself, too quiet for those stayed away, but the words stung still into her heart. “Promises are meant to be broken.” Alana wasn’t one to be sentimental, but, the past had finally slammed into her rather hard as of late. The death of friends, the passings of loved ones, and now, well, it brought her back to this place. Drinking.

She mused on something to herself, setting the bottle down on the table to her side, as the serving droid delivered her the customary glass that came with all overpriced alcohol.

She had a lot to process in the next few hours. Might as well start now.​

 

[Tragic Writer]

Dorian Himself would have seen this woman looking out into the clouds and floating building of Cloud City. Not only drawn by a sudden change in the force around him he could sense his power, albeit limited but his curiosities also tookover. He would walk to her coming from the side. To at least give the women the chance to see him coming. He would place a few credits on the try the droid used

"This drink is on me"

Dorian Was a visiting Diplomat, eager to promote the trade of Tibana Gas, up the Hyperlane of 'Braxant Run' to reach the starting sectors that would soon become the UGF. His voice was deep, yet smooth as he spoke. His dark noble clothing would almost instantly give away who he was or could be. His saber was slightly hidden by his cloak.

"Are the clouds that pretty, or is your mind going in circles?" He asked. He could tell the poor woman had been drinking, quite a bit.