Public We Met On Humble

[Alana Calloway]

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We Met On Humble​

Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
G1 Omni Link
Alana laid in her medical bed, staring up at the lights. Her right eye remained tightly packed by gauze after her brain injury. The nature of which, of course, had not been revealed to her just yet. Time crawled by, as she labored in boredom, a small blinking on her comm finally earned her ire, as the Echani looked to the source of annoyance to see what was so damn important.

Them she saw it. 'Update your Humble Account'. Confused, Alana tapped at the notification, only for it to vanish. Leaving her on a blank screen, with nothing further to do. She stared with her one good eye, blinking slowly, before settling back into her bed.

What the hell was a 'Humble' account, and why did she have one?

Oh...how little she knew.

Spoiler: Dating Profile

NAME: Alana Calloway

SPECIES: Human (Echani)

AGE: 28

SEX: Female

HEIGHT: 5'7

EYES: Red

HAIR: Snow White

Likes: Competitive Speeder Races, Combat Simulations, Blaster Assembly, Drinking

Dislikes: Witchcraft, Jedi, Taxation

Two Truths and a Lie: I was nearly sold into slavery, I've been blown up before, and I fought a war against lobster men.

We Will Get Along If: You don't mind paying for drinks, and letting me fly while intoxicated.

BIO:
Born in the gutter, lived in the gutter, now I'm a gutter flower. Either admire me, or step aside.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - The Having and the Holding
Immediate Goals - Humble Brag?
1: Cast your net wide...

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Alana Calloway || Open Frequency

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Far and away from medical beds, Trayze Tesar stood in his office, idly scrolling through the vastness of the Holonet - utterly bored out of his mind. A gloomy countenance plagued him, and though some may find the brooding a potentially attractive part of his Marr heritage, the reason for his pensiveness was not the prospect of galactic-wide webs of intrigue.

He was just woefully unlucky in love.

He couldn't say that entirely, compared to the last two times he's went to a Zinder event, he's gradually become more luckier. He found someone there - even if they were stalwart enemies. Better than being stood up, he supposed.

As such, the personalized advertisements of the vast networks curious algorithms found purchase in a "Humble" - a less overt "Zinder". With that, the Kiffar sighed, typed in the necessary information, and set it aside - idly hoping that this website's humility meant that it was more focused on getting results than frivolously elaborate parties.

Spoiler: Dating Profile

NAME: Trayze Tesar

SPECIES: Kiffar

AGE: 28

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 5'11 || 180 cm

EYES: Red

HAIR: Black

Likes: Weapon maintenance, speeders, animals, nature, and a good cuppa.

Dislikes: Jedi, those who don't clean up their own messes,

Two Truths and a Lie: I prefer straight razors over standard shaving kit, my first pet was a bantha, I got my first black eye at a cookout.

We Will Get Along If: You interspace your high octane antics with a nice walk in nature, doubly so if you know a local cafe.

BIO:
Local bantha herder works in the big city, flies ships, and does high paid busywork.

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