Articles by Elise Ahana-Gwyneira

The snowstorm outside raged in, buffeting the hull of the ship and rocking it slightly. Kestri's winds were violent, uncontainable. Just like those who called it home. Elise Viszla gazed out the window, at the intense, blinding snow whirling and dancing outside. Her elbow was propped against the...

Sometimes, Elise loathed being a shaman. She loathed the psychometry, the Force Empathy and memory walking she could not control. She loathed the effects of the Mother's Root, and how she was unable to properly own it compared to her full blooded peers. She loathed the burden, the weight of...

<"Go!"> The squadron leapt out from the dropship, free falling through the cold air. Snowflakes fluttered around, matching the white Imperial armor of the Myrmidon Mandalorians. In the frost, jetpacks activated in burning flame as the squadron slowed their descent to the ground. Their boots...

The two figures stood in the tropical clearing. Both wore shorts and thin, small tops. The athletic teens did have some differences in their clothing though. The blonde near-human was barefoot and wore small training gauntlets. The Chiss wore wrappings on her feet and had longer, thicker...