Seri takes the glass, swirling the liquid around for a moment, as she holds it up. She takes a long, slow drink, parting her lips coyly. When...
(Oh no! He’s hot!) Seri parts her lips, pausing for a moment. Her pheromones certainly seem to have had the desired effect. Perhaps too...
Seri takes another sip, and rolls her shoulders. Time to get to work. She adjusts her clothing, adding a little more cleavage than she’d...
“Caff. Yes please.” She nods quickly, a little surprised at herself by just how vigorously she replies. It very nearly makes her smile. She pays...
Seri groans to herself, the haze of her on and off sleep clinging to her. Still dressed, she leans over the bed side and fumbles for her stolen...
She flinches at the fresh burst of sound, shoulders spasming in a shudder of alarm. In the following silence, a fresh wave of exhaustion overtakes...
Seri’s panic slowly settles, though she remains on high alert. Sudden blaster fire is fairly common in the streets of Nar Shaddaa, and besides,...
Seri snaps upwards, painfully fast, scrambling into a kneeling position. Her hand dives into the pillow behind her, scrambling to retrieve the...
As always, there is something in that dry tone of the Gank’s that she admires. But which also makes her feel terribly sad. She has read the...
Seri’s mood lifts, and her features brighten, at the words from her… friend? She supposes that word is as good as any. “As good as any.” She...
Seri’s brows knit together in concern. This life is all she’s known - the cold indifference of Kylos’ mastery, which is not entirely cruel. But...
The droids never fail to make her uncomfortable. Stripped down to the most basic programming for Kylos’ purposes, devoid of personality routines....
Seri stirs, groggy. The datapad she’d poured over later into the night slips from her lap as she stretches, and she rubs the heel of her palm...
Seri takes in the terminal, making a mental note to get to work there as soon as… she can. She thank the droid perhaps a little more profusely...
Tentatively, holding the chip for dear life, Seri swipes it as quick as she can. Her eyes dart left and right, fully expecting the entire bars...
Seri grimaces softly. Something about such droids has always upset her - the programmed servitude they exist under. “Thank you.” She replies...
She starts, flinching at the sudden, artificial voice. But what remains of her composure returns after a moment, and she manages a smile for the...
Seri’s jaw drops, and her mind reels, alive with possibility. The crash, the comedown from everything that’s happened is bound to arrive soon, but...
Seri lets out a low whistle of relief as she sidles inside. No one here - she suspects, or perhaps only hopes - is going to be interested in her...
Seri rattles through her options at pace, seeing them in her minds eye like lines of code: ones that will result in the desired outcome, and...
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