SithLore

She lay on the metal, the thrumming vibration of wheel-on-rails riding up her body in parallel waves with the agony. All around her was space, empty, blurred landscape. The train may have slowed but not enough for her eyes to take in but a glimpse of a tree or a dark hill, before it was snatched awa...

Well that's a dislocation all right. Her fingers lost purchase then, the shock of pain all too much, and she rocketed backwards. She hit the metal flooring hard and flipped head over heels as shards of glass rained down around her. She only came to a stop by virtue of the base of a control panel, a...

Ah. He's one of those baddies. "The cringey kind?" Exactly. Now up or under? Remi answered by dipping down and turning rapidly on her heels with her back against the console. The saber blade claimed a few strands of dark hair atop her head and, her squatting pirouette complete, she came back to her...

"A man?" utterly innocent. The man you shot he means, although you did shoot two so I'm not entirely sure which one he means. "Oh that one!" whatever Remi Bayer was, she wasn't suicidal. Unhinged, yes, possibly schizophrenic..who could say but she wasnt in any frame of crazy to stare such a committe...

I think that man has a lightsaber. Remi spun, clocked the contained beam of plasma and immediately threw up her hands. "I do believe, you are right dear." she said quietly as said plasma sword wielding chap made his way into the engine of the beast. Tread softly with this one. "Don't I always?" Ther...

"Thank you." Remi smiled moving down the aisle as the bags were filled with loot. "You're all gems, I really can't stress that enough." Tick, Tock. "Quite right." she said, snatching up both sacks and then stuffing one into the other. "Don't let this experience sully your view of public transport. I...

You find yourself alone on a train. “Apt, as usual, dear.” Remi Bayer spoke quietly, gently rocking with the motions of the aforementioned train, in her hand a magazine. The noxious thickness of the industrial fog seems to caress the glass. “It is rather miserable, I will admit.” she flicked to the ...

The ladder hit the mud with a dull thwack and Remi, still squinting up in the downdraft, saw a head poke over the edge of the hovering ships opening. "What?" she yelled, the mans mouth was moving but the roar of the engines swallowed the sound. She snaked a hand through a wrung and planked a booted ...

Do you taste metal? "No dear, should I be tasting metal?" Rem frowned, the whine of engines was growing closer. It has a coppery feel to it. "I don't think that at all normal, perhaps you shou- No, there it is. Copper. Right as always." she worked her tongue around her mouth, a tingle rising across...

Its me. Without a doubt. My potential shines through.