We Put the Grr in Guerrilla Warfare

[Aver Brand]

For the duration of a smirk, the smoke clogging the air between them turned into fog, and the whisper of satin sheets into the lap of warm water. A lifetime ago, now.

She shrugged her shoulder – the other one still smarted from stopping several hundred feet of free fall. Puffing away the roiling blue cloud, Aver accepted the cigarra with pointed teeth. Her eyes fluttered close once more as lungs expanded, drawing the smoke into her mouth to blow rings at Rev.

“On what they want?” She released a short, desperate chuckle. “You know you’d have better luck asking me about farming.”

“For crazy Force bullshet, Crach or Matsu’d be a better bet. That whole philosophical aspect…” she waved her hand through the smoke, twirling the lazy fog into circles, “...always went right over my head.”

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[Reverance]

“Mmm…” He replied, a hush clinging to his lips, as he turned over. Leaning forward, he placed his lips against one of the knees of the woman who sat cross legged from him. No doubt scuffed, but carrying her warmth all the same. Lips that would soon transform into teeth.

“We might as well try and lasso a tornado…” Matsu was busy with the universe, depths of the stars and the corruption of the fountain of the Darkside forever her calling. Carach was simply strung between multiple worlds, hell bent on pursuits that didn’t necessarily cater towards the progress that the Equalizers currently sought. The rings of smoke hovered above him as he bit down softly on her knee.

“Though they are hardly the only ones who can muster a sense of philosophy or prediction. Between Point Nadir and Maeana...even Coruscant. I’m sure we could dig up someone to help.”

The only person he would be tethered to, was the one who currently had his attention.

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[Aver Brand]

One hand lifted from the silken sheets to tangle long fingers into his black hair. He curled beside her like a cat in the sun, and Aver glanced down with a fond smile around her cigarra.

“Sure, we could just hire someone.”

In the wild economy of the Outer rim and Unknown regions, you could buy anything – artifacts, slaves, obscure services, drugs, mercenaries. And with Nadir as one of the hubs for such trade, it wasn’t likely to prove particularly difficult.

Though there was, of course, the matter of trust.

“I’ll look into it,” she said, sinking her nails into his scalp as he bit into skin. Without looking she reached to put out the cigarra on the nightstand, leaning closer to her lover. Red and black hair fell forward to cast her features in shadow – only the sharp glint of electric blue remained.

“Now… what am I going to do with you?”

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