majus
CHYOA Guru
Quora crept into the bathroom, her boots crunching on debris—broken glass and tiles. The faint hum of her vibro-knife was only broken by the steady drip of a faucet, she adjusted her grip with nimble fingers, This place smells worse than the sewer. Ghosts and decay—like a tomb.
Her eye caught herself in the broken mirror—where the Captain and her crew had been reflected—the echoes of laughter from the holo seemed to linger. Her eyes traced the blast points on the walls, before moving to the stalls, checking them one-by-one for any surprises, Shouldn't linger, but some drunk patron waking up in a stall and coming up behind me would be a rookie mistake…
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Quora checked the room, and found that blaster marks were concentrated on walls and stalls - facing away from the door. She could see maybe... One or two marks near the door. Most were facing inside the room. As she opened the stalls, one by one, she found some scrotch marks inside. Also much graffiti ("I fucked a stormtrooper" "Senator Kin'ta sucks in the next stall" "The shit is the same in republic as it was in empire." "Fuck Jedi whores!" And various others. A drawing of twerking stormtrooper and various drawings of dicks), some body fluids - some of fun kind, and even a stall with a glory hole. There was much cum around the hole, and some inside it.
There was little else of interest inside this room.
There were noises coming from the building, but nothing close to where Quora was.