D A R T H . S I R O N
Location: Scarif Beach
Outfit: Black Bikini
Scarif. The darling world full of beaches and gambling that balanced this part of the galaxy because nearby you had Roon. Yes, Roon, ancient ancestral home to some clan with some history that some people cared about, but Zlova couldn't give two mangos for. She'd been there before, of course. With the Knights. People liked Roon though the Force knew why. This time she'd gone with the 'Mandalorian perspective' in mind. Still didn't like Roon. It was a planet. It wasn't on fire. That was nice.
The cool water of Scarif was infinitely nicer. Especially to a hairless Twi'lek that enjoyed wearing as little as absolutely possible without starting a riot.
Zlova waded through the shallow end of the water along one of the many beaches. Red lekku and skin had her stand out from every direction far as the eye could see. Her golden eyes kept an eye out for pesky 'locals' and tourists that thought to run in front of her or even try to grope her. People in the later camp would feel the weight of eternity landed squarely on their shoulders with a glance before they laid a finger on her. Those that still didn't get the hint? Broken arm if they were lucky. Howls of pain wouldn't perturb her any; one man's howl was nothing to the chorus in 'internment camps' she'd walked through.
This moment reminded Zlova of a time not long ago when a certain Cathar took her to a beach to profess his love. Still struck her as an insane proposition from Talohn, but at the same time... the damn cat had been loyal and trustworthy. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to... try... trusting someone again? Even though she agreed, the Twi'lek was still wrestling with some mental and emotional issues on her own. She didn't want Talohn feeling slighted because of Zlova's own past haunting her still.
Water certainly helped soothe the soul. Was it a genetic thing? Zlova hadn't grown up on Ryloth, but she had been subjected to any number of inhospitable climes in growing up and training. It was probably just one of the perks of being a Sith Lord... no one left to threaten, cajole, or beat you into submission. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you want, to whomever you wanted. Which is how she ended up with the Mandalorians oddly enough. They got along surprisingly well too -- philosophically that is. Interpersonal relations were still quite thorny. All the more fun, really.
Tag: Yenna
Outfit: Black Bikini
Scarif. The darling world full of beaches and gambling that balanced this part of the galaxy because nearby you had Roon. Yes, Roon, ancient ancestral home to some clan with some history that some people cared about, but Zlova couldn't give two mangos for. She'd been there before, of course. With the Knights. People liked Roon though the Force knew why. This time she'd gone with the 'Mandalorian perspective' in mind. Still didn't like Roon. It was a planet. It wasn't on fire. That was nice.
The cool water of Scarif was infinitely nicer. Especially to a hairless Twi'lek that enjoyed wearing as little as absolutely possible without starting a riot.
Zlova waded through the shallow end of the water along one of the many beaches. Red lekku and skin had her stand out from every direction far as the eye could see. Her golden eyes kept an eye out for pesky 'locals' and tourists that thought to run in front of her or even try to grope her. People in the later camp would feel the weight of eternity landed squarely on their shoulders with a glance before they laid a finger on her. Those that still didn't get the hint? Broken arm if they were lucky. Howls of pain wouldn't perturb her any; one man's howl was nothing to the chorus in 'internment camps' she'd walked through.
This moment reminded Zlova of a time not long ago when a certain Cathar took her to a beach to profess his love. Still struck her as an insane proposition from Talohn, but at the same time... the damn cat had been loyal and trustworthy. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to... try... trusting someone again? Even though she agreed, the Twi'lek was still wrestling with some mental and emotional issues on her own. She didn't want Talohn feeling slighted because of Zlova's own past haunting her still.
Water certainly helped soothe the soul. Was it a genetic thing? Zlova hadn't grown up on Ryloth, but she had been subjected to any number of inhospitable climes in growing up and training. It was probably just one of the perks of being a Sith Lord... no one left to threaten, cajole, or beat you into submission. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you want, to whomever you wanted. Which is how she ended up with the Mandalorians oddly enough. They got along surprisingly well too -- philosophically that is. Interpersonal relations were still quite thorny. All the more fun, really.
Tag: Yenna