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Seri tries her best to endure the humiliation and the strikes, but the clamour of voices overwhelms her, as she stands, naked and trembling. She’s overwhelmed too, by the frantic series of bids, a strange, writhing sensation coursing through her as she realises just what a popular piece she’s...

Oh no. No no no no. Seri screams internally, unable to vocalise her fear despite its potency. If she’s back here, back in the hell of flesh behind the club… Please no… Her eyes meet the Twi’lek’s for just a moment, Seri’s full of remorse and pain, before she’s forced forward. She blinks...

Gathering her surroundings does nothing to soothe Seri’s distress, and she feels her heart beat fast as a birds as she takes in the sight of so many other women, bound and helpless. How could she have been so stupid? To lose everything in an instant, just because she couldn’t keep her guilt in...

Seri screams herself awake, jolting painfully, her body aching from the prolonged pressure of laying on her side. She feels the sensation of her own nakedness, and chokes back a sob as she realises she’s been stripped of everything. Oddly enough, it’s less the horror and humiliation of having...

“Please I -“ Seri gulps, trying and failing to keep herself controlled. Panic bubbles up inside her, and she stays where she is, kneeling on the floor. Not out of defiance, but because fear and her racing thoughts are keeping her rooted to the ground. “I-I don’t have anything else.” She nods...

The pistol falls from Seri’s hand with a clatter. She can’t do much else but obey, given the number of guns pointing at her, and the commanding tone, which seems almost to flip a switch of obedience in her head. She gazes up at the three with plaintive eyes, and though she does her best to...

Seri locks up, even as her heart plummets into her icy guts. Slowly, she turns her flushed, pink face towards the older man and his henchmen, her crystal blue eyes wide and frightful. Her blaster is still in her hand as she raises them instinctively in surrender, any thought to fight...

Seri smacks a small, sweaty palm against the wall in a barely contained burst of panic. She’s let herself be backed into a corner, and all because she couldn’t just ignore her conscience. So much time spent on the run, looking out for herself, and it’s all fallen apart in one catastrophic...

She’s no idea if there’s any point, but she applies the patches all the same. Once again, she curses herself for not paying more attention to Kylos’ work. How disappointed he would be. Removing her jacket, leaving her arms bare in all their soft pinkness, she folds it, pressing it against the...

Seri can’t quite suppress a groan of dismay as she hears the cry, and the fall. Has she just killed someone? She can’t stop to think about it. Her hands dart over Kaangor’s chest, without really knowing what she’s looking for. All that time spent in the lab and her medical knowledge is next...

Seri locks the trigger in place, setting off the blaster for as long as it’ll stay in its position. With her meagre strength, she hooks her hands under Kaangor’s arm, and tries to heave him across the floor. Her back twinges, and she feels something in it flex unhappily, but she does what she...

The absolute agony of spending 20ish minutes planning an rp and 10 writing a delightfully smutty opener… only to have your playmate bail…

Seri lets out a soft hiss of dismay, her eyes wide and fearful. Her mind races for a solution, and the only one she can conjure seems like a reckless gambit. She shrugs the stolen rifle off her shoulder, and slides it over the top of the bar, jamming the trigger down to let off a round of...

Seri stops in her tracks, covering her ears at the sudden onslaught of light and sound from a fresh fusillade. She barely stifles a whimper as she struggles to regain her senses, and ducks furtively out from around the bar, hoping for a glimpse of whoever had joined the fight now. Guilt twists...

Seri yelps as her cobalt locks are doused in rich-smelling alcohol, then shivers at a second splash against the small of her back. She blinks, feeling spirits trickle down her cheeks and chin, trying to flick damp strands of hair away from her face. The battle might be winding down, but all...

Bacta! Why didn’t I get any bacta?! She curses herself, even as she tries desperately to convince herself that this would all have happened anyway - that many people with that many blasters? A recipe for violence, right? She paws at Kaangor’s chest, and rummages around behind the bar...

Kriffkriffkriffkriff Seri bites back another scream, a flood of guilt and fear washing over her. She scurries to the back door, dropping to her hands and knees, and easing it open. Low to the ground, she crawls, hoping her profile is low enough to avoid any rogue blasts. She does her best to...

Seri can’t hold back a sharp little scream as the window explodes. She ducks her head reflexively. The colour drains from her face as she realises that, yes, she’s caused much more harm than good. Hands shaking, she approaches the window again, darting into the space to try and find a path...

Seri flinches, realising she may have just made things incalculably worse. She slips her deck under her arm, ready to activate the overload program if she needs to, and then inches her way along the shell of the cantina, searching for a window or doorway to get a better look inside, to survey...