bitterverse

Pari Sylune moved through the healing wing of the Shiraya Sanctuary with the quiet purpose of someone who had learned that urgency did not need to be loud. The halls were always full now, with stretchers lining the curved walls, low voices murmuring in pain or prayer, the soft hum of medical...

Flint wasn't the kind of Devaronian who raised his voice, he didn't need to. His anger radiated like heat off starship hull plating, filling the backroom of the Cantonica skyrail depot until the very air felt poisonous. Kinley Pryse would've spat a joke if she'd had enough breath to shape one...

Kinley Pryse stepped into the care wing of the nursing complex on Ord Mantell, where the walls hummed with the quiet efficiency of med-droids and recycled air. The lighting was soft, but sterile. Too clean, too quiet. She hated the smell of it, antiseptic and endings. She was without her hat...