Cut To The Feeling (Open)

[Ellie Mors]

(OOC Note: This was originally posted under the character [member=Nadja], please tag her if you wish to tag me)

Cut To The Feeling

Coruscant
851 ABY
A quiet tune hummed from behind rose colored lips, disinterested eyes staring out of the viewport directly across the maglev train, while cerulean-tinted fingernails tapped idly against the delicate glass of a datapad's screen. The galaxy wasn't embroiled in a war with a galactic threat, the core wasn't being invaded by an extra-dimensional threat, and, perhaps most importantly, Nadja was still single. It was just another day, another commute, and the only thing she had going for her was the small holonet startup she had founded was finally pushing its new program online. Nebulove had been the name, something Lily thought was a cute and catchy way to suggest it was for new, or nebulous, relationships and new chances at finding love. There was something ironic about making a matchmaking application with no real relationship experience of her own, but it paid for dinner and let her rely on herself more than hanging on to Lily for the rest of their adult life.

"Now arriving at the Galactic Museum terminal, please do not disembark until the automated doors open. Next terminal is 500 Republica, estimated arrival is sixteen minutes."

She had hardly paid any attention to the voice over the speakers, her gaze instead lowering as the screen on her datapad lit up - the fragmented purple and blue star that symbolized Nebulove took up the center of her screen. She arched her brow, her expression slowly shifting from being passive, nearly bored, to something with a little more interest invested in it. "An hour early?" She said to herself after a few moments pause, her lips parting to suck in air with something that resembled surprise. She hadn't expected the company's venture into matchmaking to go online until she'd arrived and settled in at her guest apartment at the 500 Republica. All across the core, and through areas beyond that were able to access the holonet, a minor advertisement campaign had started, with the heaviest focus being placed on Coruscant, Teta, and other large core planets where its core demographic lived. After a few moments her own little profile had been assembled - and quietly she wondered how much of a draw it'd have on the public.

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[Azimuth Industries]

Kajidic business could be boring sometimes, with nights spent in a hotel room shared with a stinky Rodian co-worker. Like tonight.

"What is this you are showing me?"

"It's, well look, you swipe left means you aren't interested. You hit the-"

"-Yes, yes, but what about the thing you said earlier, no?"

Four eyes looked expectantly at the Rodian.

"Uh, you use it to pick up gals?"

"Gals?"

"Chicks."

"Chickens?"

"No. Dames. Uh, Chik Youngees."

"Aaaah. Ho ho ho," Narbo loosed a roll of laughter from the gut, "I like."

The Aqualish reached out with his three-fingered hand and before the Rodian could protest, swiped right. Or would have his fingers hadn't been huge. Instead, he accidentally pressed the lightning bolt.

"Eh?"

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig woke with a nasty headache and stomach so unsteady, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be alive or not. His rehab went as well as he expected with him slipping back into old habits two weeks later. Fedrig was somewhere on Coruscant, he could tell that much but was never sure when or where he was till talking to someone. The lower levels all start looking the same. He did his usual hangover cure, seek the nearest bathroom and pray it would not take long. He hated vomit but it helped settle his queasy stomach.

After showering and cleaning himself off, Fedrig stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were yellow where they should be white, drawing away from his icy blues. There were also bags under his eyes, sleep wasn't easy for him. He usually had to pass out to get anything more than four hours. Fedrig shook his head and settled on his bed in his civilian wear. Well, he assumed it was his bed, he still didn't know where he was. Hell part of him questioned whether or not this was Coruscant.

That's when he heard something ping and saw the app NubLove appear on his device. An app for dating, it made him chuckle at first. Why would he be sent this? However, he decided to give it a go. Putting in his details, average height and stocky build, short black hair, beard, blue eyes. Adding his interests being casual, Fedrig doubted anything more serious would come from it. It came to choosing a picture, which Fedrig knew would be tricky. His actual look was one of unhealthy drunk, however, interested to see what attention he got healthy, he gave a picture from months ago. Before he ever started drinking.

Then he saw [member="Nadja Keto"] profile, deciding to "swipe right" as was what he was meant to do. At least because he was interested.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Galactic Museum, Coruscant, Corusca Sector, The Core Worlds​

Interacting With: Everyone on Nebulove Nearby​

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The ad for Nebulove had been met with equal parts amusement and curiosity by Aryn when it popped up on his datapad. Dating was not something that he had ever really had time for over the years, when one was usually only a few hours from possible death at any given point, he tended to have more pressing things on his mind. However things had begun to calm down for him recently, and though he rarely had time to head out to clubs or bars in search of love, he found the idea of the app to be an intriguing one. As he strolled down the promenade towards the galactic museum, he idly shifted the bag over his shoulder, filled with donations for the museum itself. He would not be on Coruscant long, and so he had spent some time staring at the device, trying to decide how he should proceed.

By the time he reached the doors of the museum, he figured it was best to commit. Though perhaps ill-advised, Aryn sighed and glanced up to see where he was going, casually dragging his thumb along the screen of his datapad to the right for the next ten, twenty, and almost thirty profiles that came up. Aryn was rarely a picky man, and he figured that what time he did have was better spent exploring the possibilites of the app, rather than being careful with it. It would just be up to those (un)lucky individuals who happened to match with him, or the particularly (un)lucky individual who'd have gotten his 'super-like' to decide if he was worth their time. Regardless, satisfied with his over-abundance of commitment to the app, Aryn tucked it away to continue about his day.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave’s feet carried him through The Technicolor Beat’s halls with a quickened pace as his face was buried in his datapad’s holographic screen. He knew these halls well enough that he didn’t need to watch where he went, and even if he did have something strange appear in his way Cybele would no doubt move to save him, or at least inform him of what was coming. That wasn’t his concern now however, as he was busy making an account on a new application called Nebulove. With brows furrowed, he desperately racked his brain on how he should set up his profile.

Was this picture good enough, or would this one be better?

Should he just take another one all together?

What about his biography? Should he act the ‘Cool and Collected’ or the ‘Bad Boy Who Doesn’t Care’? Which would be better?

Too many options, too little time; though he knew exactly who he could ask for little bit of advice. A grin spread on his lips as he quickened his pace through the halls.

Bursting through the door, The Slave quickly began to blurt out what was on his mind;

“Atlas! Arken! There’s a new app out, and I’m forcing you both to try it.”, he said, beaming wildly.

“Before you say anything, it's a dating app. And you don’t have a choice.”

With that, The Slave sat down between them on the couch aboard the massive vessel, letting himself sink into the repulsor lifted cushion with a grin. Tapping his fingers on the holo projected keyboard, he eventually pulled up the synopsis for the application; bright letters filling the threes vision with ‘Nebulove’. With that, he glanced back to the others and seemed to wait for some sort of response. When none came, he began;

“Well?”

[member="Atlas Kane"] │ [member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Wedge Draav]

Nebulove. This where he was.


Sitting on a park bench on Coruscant, Wedge did the smart thing.

He swiped right until his finger hurt.

 

[Maho Aeko]

Maho giggled uncontrollably upon seeing the advert for the holoapp that had just popped up on her screen. A dating app? she questioned, I can only imagine how silly this is. She giggled some more at the thought of finding love on a holoapp; it seemed ridiculous to her, yet she had a strange desire to try it.

A short moment passed before the app loaded up on her holopad...Nebulove it said. She then shook her head at the option to sign in with Holoface. Maho made a profile, filling in all the information it asked for...Name? 'Maeko'. Birthdate? '832 ABY'. Profession? 'Damn good Slicer'. About Me? 'Downloaded this for fun. >^.^< Just exploring Corusant...NO CONNECT/DISCONNECTS'. She felt confident about her profile.

Maho submitted her profile, and was quickly brought to a screen with bios to swipe through. She went over each choice in her head. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left. Left...what? Ewww, Left. It became apparent to Maho that she was particularly picky. A few left swipes later, [member=Fedrig] popped up. After a few moments of deliberating, she made her first swipe right. And then Left. Left. Left, a lot more, and more. And more. She wished there was an option to not have to swipe through aliens....

[member=Wedge Draav], she thought looking at his picture...Right. Maho smiled. It was a bit too much more fun than she anticipated.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Onboard the Valkyrie
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​The Matador was making his way through the empty corridors of his ship when he felt a pulse in his pouch that held his Datapad, he thought that perhaps he had received another bounty related message. As he arrived in his cockpit, he sat down on his lieutenants chair, sliding his feet up onto the command console, sitting comfortably. He slipped his hand into his pouch, lifting out the enlarged Datapad and opening his notification tab.

​Suddenly, his Datapad was engulfed by notifications of this Nebulove app. He spent the total of an hour trying to silence the infuriating app advertisements. But, eventually he gave in. What was love anyway? He had never heard that word before. Or Nebu. Or them together, as he opened the app. He saw that there was a range metre, perhaps it was a way of accepting bounties. He saw multiple profiles, both men and women. He set up his profile reluctantly, taking a photo of himself on board his ship.

​He thought for a moment, he had no issue killing either gender and accepted both. Immediately names such as [member="The Slave"], [member="Nadja Keto"] and [member="Wedge Draav"] appear on his screen. They didn't look particularly threatening. He swiped right on all of those who he would feel he could easily destroy.

 

[Voices of The Deep]

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"So, this is your profile." The droid urged the woman, bright golden eyes flaring in frustration as the dragoness sat in bed with her legs crossed. Holding the datapad as she scanned the screen and clenched her jaw. "..Pro-file? Va?" She asked, glancing over at the translator droid as she tried to understand just how thing...thing in her hands worked. Having a severe lack of knowledge when it came to technology in any way shape or form. She had trouble understanding exactly what this thing was supposed to do and why the droid had brought it to her.

Still, she glanced over the information on the screen and saw collections of text which the droid had written. The droid loomed over her shoulder, hovering around her as she she scratched her head.

"Hazel suggested i get you involved with the galaxy around you...you will need friends Xer, this application should help introducing you to all these new things around you." The droid explained, glancing between her and the screen again as she scrolled down to see her profile image. "Ah yes...that. Hazel suggested an image of you that was appealing and would not scare people away...your armor is...intimidating. Plus it is one of Hazels favorites...at any rate, i put in most of your information. Tried to make you sound nice...do you approve? If so, just push the button and you can begin!" The droid exclaimed, making Xer smile in amusement as she briefly nodded, pushing the 'Accept Profile' button. Moments later she was brought to another page with images of other people. Xer tilted her head and blinked; unsure how to really proceed.

"Swipe left if you don't like them...swipe right if you do hun. Simple as that." The droid explained, making her nod as she examined the image of [member="Narbo"] and narrowing her eyes tightly. Swiping left and moving to the next.

Interesting game so far.

[member="Nadja Keto"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Maho Aeko"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Wedge Draav"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Fedrig"]​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

As The Slave sat between the two other Sith, something caught his molten golden eyes on a quick glance down. On his phone, a new profile appeared; that of Xerxella Zanteres it would seem. A brow cocked, and he considered where he must have knew her from. Then it hit him;

His face was buried in her breasts!

The Slave broke a grin as he quietly pressed the ‘lightning’ button. He imagined they should be in for a good reunion, but quickly his attention came back to the other two. Breasts were the last thing on his mind right now.

[member="Xerxella Zanteres"]

 

[Nyx]

"And then I just put the picture of me up?"
The mercenary turned ship-captain scratched her head as she stared at the datapad and the application one of her crew had convinced her to try out. The younger man nodded, pointing at the screen.
"Yup. You already put in some info, so you're good. Now people can open up the app, and they swipe right on you if they like ya, and left if they don't. You do the same thing with them, too."
The wonders of technology. The street rat was amazed, really. Was finding someone really that easy, now? Well, she was always one for companionship, and it had been a long while since James. It was time to move on, if she could. She wasn't entirely sure how this worked yet, so she didn't go finding just yet. She would wait. The ship was moving through the Mid Rim, and she had nothing else to do in the calm.

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[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Wind blew dirt and grime through the air and it kissed Des sun burned cheeks painfully so. Desmond and his elite special forces unit, Inferno One, were slowly making their way through the desert world of Tattoine. The twin suns blazed in the sky and Desmond grimaced beneath their sweltering heat. He shrugged the hood of his stealth cloak up a little more and Desmond frowned as another drop of sweat fell from his brow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He was flanked by several clones of himself, the other agents that made up Inferno One. They had just finished clearing a den of rebels and now were heading back to HQ. He sighed as he spied the Imperial prefab not to far off, or perhaps it was a mirage. Whatever it was, it would be good to get some A/C real or not. Desmond entered the base and plopped himself down on the couch. He was about to flick on the holo when he got a beep on his datapad. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He heard several other beeps as his clone comrades received the same. Desmond withdrew the pad from his pocket and turned it on. He was immediately greeted by a frilly app add proclaiming to be able to find him love within the hour. Desmond shrugged, what was the worse that could happen? He downloaded the app and snapped a few pics, then rolled out with a quick biography. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Name’s Des. Imperial Baron. Enjoys a cold glass of whiskey every now and then. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond paused as he thought about his drinking habits… And his smoking habits… And his other habits.. all of which were borderline addictions. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond deleted his biography and started fresh [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Desmond C’artyom. Wealthy Baron of the Empire. Enjoys long walks on the beach, podracing, and flying. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Desmond smiled as he finished. Perfect. He uploaded the profile and was disappointed when the first persons he saw was a large alien gangster who looked likely to call him [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]pateesa. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Des swiped left. As Desmond was swiping left through the men, he spied a jewel in the metaphorical waste.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]Maeko… Slicer… On coruscant. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Desmond immediately swiped right.[/SIZE]

[member="Maho Aeko"]

 

[Haon Hafey]

There was a soft beeping beside him as Haon Hafey groaned, slapping his hand down several times on a nearby alarm clock before it turned off. Slowly leaning up in his hotel room, he looked out to the window as the auto tinting windows came to life, showing the vibrant life of Coruscant before him. Rubbing his face, he looked into the mirror as he started to remind himself of an old battle as the screams were vibrant before slowly fading away, just as quickly as it started. Getting up, he started to dress in his older yet more formal attire as he started to make some Caf as the door was knocked on. Rubbing his eye, he went over to the door and opened it up as the human woman before him was on her smaller datapad device, swiping left and right as he arched an eyebrow.


"Ummm...yes?"

"Oh! Sorry was just...using this new app. Umm, complimentary breakfast, ordered as requested."

"Thank you...also what app?"

"Oh just some silly dating app, swipe left if you don't like them, swipe right if you do."

"That seems a bit inconsistent...going by looks alone."

"Oh but you see their info, see take a look."



The two would converse for a while as he finally told her farewell and brought the cart in to eat a small breakfest, eating at a smaller dining table as the clatter of dinnerware echoed the silent room. It slowly became more and more apparent as time went on as his mind wandered briefly for that time. When was the last time you even had a chance at something near this? Early twenties...out on patrol, that nice girl on Corellia...but aside from that? He shook his own head, finding it silly to converse with himself though it cleared his mind. No woman would even want to look at me.. Stabbing down his fork a few times, he ate his eggs as he stared at the mirror for a moment as he remembered what he looked like beforehand, giving a small frown. Look at yourself...one small homemade grenade and you look like part of a bad cutting board.

No person would even take the chance...though perhaps, some like scars. Haon nodded to himself as he turned his cheek as he had a few near the neck area though he tried to keep them bandaged properly as the treatments were nearly finished to restore his facial skin. Come on...you deserve to try at least right? What is the harm in the app anyway this...Nebulove. If nothing happens, so be it! But you miss all the chances you never make...go on you old fashioned blaster slinger, show them who you are! Nodding to himself with determination, he put down his fork as he opened the datapad hooked to his chain and downloaded the app, seeing all these weird questions as he arched an eyebrow and started to type them in, even putting a photo of himself up that was decent...though to be fair, no photo was ever decent.

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He tapped in a few more details, unsure where to go from here as he added in his age, twenty-seven. Profession...he thought it over for a moment before placing in just Engineer as most get bored the moment he went to explain the concept of ship design or what a Shipwright is, most assuming just he made a boat. About me....he started to type up something rather short. "Just a man visiting Coruscant for his annual convention on new innovations in the engineering field. Unsure what to look for in a woman." Well that was as dull as could be but in retrospect, he kindof was in nature. Finishing, he was given a set of pictures as it explained what it was for as he saw a few people as he swiped left for a few moments before stopping, sighing as he found out why it was addicting. Looks can be deceiving though the idea of having the girl of your dreams presented to you like this was interesting. Though after a few moments, he saw a girl that caught his attention as he stared for a moment at her, thinking it over. A... Dravala? It was a species he was not known for though just the image caught him off guard though...something was different. He then decided to swipe right, deciding to take the chance though if he knew who this was or their martial status, he would never have done it. [member="Xerxella Zanteres"]

Swiping left a few more times, he slowly stopped at a human girl as he paused for a moment like last time though the words about a serious relationship rang a bit true. It was what he was looking for...though recently out of one, he had to be careful of sounding like a jerk. You were once in one to, you cannot forget that. It was a bit of a somber moment and without a bit of hesitation, he swiped right. So what if she was a mercenary? He was a shipwright that sold basically a ship full of weapons that killed people, about the same instance...just one wields the blaster, the other produces it. [member="Nyx"]

Before he could check anyone else, he heard the alarm as his mouth dropped for a moment before starting to scramble, pulling his outfit a bit tighter as he rushed out of his room. The convention! He will be late if he misses the newest innovation in starfighter technology! There was rumors that the SLAM may finally have a new prototype in production after eight hundred years though that remains to be seen.

 

[Fedrig]

His addictive attitude gave way to the app, spending an hour at a time swiping through the list. Some were left and some were right, he wasn't fussed and didn't think there would be much in the way of interest. Surely other people had more interesting things to do than this app, which seemed trivia. However, he found himself mistaken, having made a swipe right with [member="Maho Aeko"] a notification pinged stating there was a match. Shrugging to himself, he typed a simple message of greeting, unsure whether or not the app had bots to give the less fortunate looking hope of interest or whether the user had made a mistake in swiping right with him. Though, he had to admit, he looked a damn sight better than he was now. Only thing hadn't change was his muscular body, a tank in his preferred fighting style, he had to be well built.

More pictures caught his eye. It seemed an imposing picture of [member="Xerxella Zanteres"] not a bad image, but he thought they would definitely an interesting meet. He wasn't a shy or intimidated person. [member="Nyx"] profile caught his eye, gun slinger and native. Could be fun to talk about his favourite weapons and show off his quick gun dismantle, remantle trick. Women loved that right?

He was new to dating, being a clone built for combat, dating wasn't particularly his style. Needs were taken care of, usually with a fee but he never thought about dating till he saw the advert. Perhaps having a partner would offer the consistency his life need. Anyway, what was the worst that could happen.

 

[Arken Lussk]

His chips were everywhere. A furious frown had beset the boy's normally cheery visage. Orange-dust coated fingers gripped the Holovision remote tightly as he flashed a hateful glance towards the blond haired man that had plopped down between he and his friend, [member="Atlas Kane"].

"Bro," he started dryly, "You knocked my chit everywhere when you flopped down." [member="The Slave"] wasn't known for household finesse, but it still irked the young man to no end.

Cutting down the volume to the game he had been streaming, he peered over the man's shoulder to check out this new app. Perplexed, it had been far too long since he'd tried out one of these things. Rumors always swirled around them, especially when it came to actually meeting these strange folks IRL.

But, some of them were pretty hot.

The young slicer fished out his own datapad and hailed up his droid companion, who was relaxing in an oil bath in the next room over.

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Smiling with content, he installed the application and threw up a simple and extremely accurate profile:

/ > Arken Lussk, 19
/ > Coruscant
/ > Near You
/ > 8-pack abs, lots of money, and a dashing smile. Come get it.

 

[Dante Sotari]

"Aaaaaaand.... that's it?"

"That's it."

"Huh. Now what?"

Rishi eyed the Lietenant sprawled out on her bunk. There had been some rumors that she'd left the bar with a certain [member="Morgan Vance"] the other night, and he could attest that she hadn't slept in her bunk in the barracks that night. He couldn't really blame her. Morgan was a pretty tasty dish, and if the Rishi thought he swung that way, well, hey batter batter.....

Of course, if those two hadn't hit it off, that meant he still had a chance.... hmm....

"Well, now you can look at other profiles. If something looks interesting you hit *that* there. If you are like 'wowza' you hit that button there. And if yaaaaawn, that one, right there. Two people both interested and you'll get an alert."

"Seems easy enough, thanks Rishi."

​"No problem Sotari. Gotta earn that promotion some how."

Dante flipped him off and settled back, frowning slightly at the pad in her hand. Then she shrugged and started clicking through.

Profile:

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[Seamus Valik]

[member="Nadja Keto"]

He sat at a small table in one of his favorite Coruscanti tap-caffs across from an old acquaintance of his from his bolo-ball days. He sat with his caff warming his hands through his gloves as his friend and former teammate sat staring at his datapad. Seamus eyed the other being, a rodian, curiously after a moment of silence and tossed a sucrose packet at his head.

“I haven’t seen you in two years, what are you doing on your datapad?” Seamus asked with genuine curiosity.
“I am making you a dating profile on this new datapad app.” The rodian said.

Seamus’ eyes went wide as he spit hot caff onto his hand.

“You’re what!” Seamus exclaimed as he shook the caff from his gloved hand and was forced to remove his gloves to let them dry.

“Yeah, man.” The Rodian replied excitedly, “It this new thing, helps you meet local singles and all that chit. Being a high and mighty Jedi for a while I’m sure you need some action.”

“No.” Seamus said not the least bit amused, “No, absolutely not.”

“Yes,” The Rodian mocked, “Yes, absolutely yes. You’ve been single since I’ve known you. If you had joined those Silver fellows instead of the Republic you would have been rolling in women by now.”

“Rolling in STD’s you mean.” Seamus said dryly.

“Pffft.” The rodian made a waving motion with his hand and continued typing, “You need a girl, mate.” Seamus sat back and rubbed his face with his hand and sighed.

“I’m not looking for a relationship right now,Fitz.” Seamus said with mild exaspiration.

“Relationship!?” Fitz laughed, “I’m just trying to get some bird to play with you ding dong.”

“What kind of site is this?” Seamus said sitting forward to look a the datapad, “I hate you.” He continued as he read the details and looked at the profile that bore his picture.

‘Mr. Blue eyes
25 year old Male Kiffar. 6’ 178lbs.
Business owner, former Bolo-ball star for the Mantellian Savrips, Likes dancing and travelling
Drinks: Socially
Smoking: No
Seeking Male or Female: Female
Species Preference: No Hutts’

“I hate you so much.” Seamus said sitting back, “Why would I want some sweaty palmed troglodyte clumsily pawing at me just so they can get their one night jollies?”

“That statement, Mate.” Fitz replied sending the profile to the site, “Is exactly why you need a good sweaty pawing.”

 

[Wedge Draav]

Dear Force above, someone swiped right. He was sweating bullets. He shifted in his seat, leaning forward. Alright, game time. Had to think. What to open with.

Hi, I'm Wedge. I'm a fighter pilot for the Alliance, you?

Too much, too soon. He bounced his leg, and ran a hand through his hair. [member="Maho Aeko"] was cute, couldn't blow it. So Wedge played it safe with his first message.

Hey! How's it going?

He went back. Had to keep going. Couldn't put all of his eggs in one basket. [member="Dante Sotari"] got a swipe right. Something was off, couldn't place it. Hopefully she was into pilots. [member="Xerxella Zanteres"] got one too, but that was more out of fear and the possibility of him being dismembered by the horned lady than a mutual attraction. He pursued more of the fairer sex, and by pursue, he meant swiping to the right on everyone. Cast a big enough net...

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

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The seat reclined sharply as Jorryn leaned into it, her feet waving through the air as she decided which pictures to use in her account that would bring her the attention she craved. Her fingers tapped gently as she decided which one of them to use, many different locales to show her training.

"I'm sure you look amazing in all of them." The man piloting the ship chimed in, a stern look returning his attention to the path in front of him as he chuckled with amusement.

Deciding on a set of pictures that displayed her at her finest, she began to browse through the lovely men and women that inhabited the galaxy and were searching for someone like herself.

And then she came upon, @Narbo.

Her thumbs quickly turned the datapad off as her thoughts of romance turned against her, a sickness taking hold of her as she worriedly rubbed her face. The thoughts of... spending the night with something like that had almost ruined her mood enough to turn give up on the venture as the first face she met, a small feeling of self-consciousness came into her head as she worried who she had associated herself with in this app.

The laughter of the pilot in front of her, quickly dulled by the small voltage of the shock collar he wore, made her face turn red as she angrily looked at him before opening up the app again, hoping for different results.

The Echani was pleasantly surprised after quickly swiping the Rodian to the left, burying the thoughts of him deep with the rest of the traumatic moments in her life. The face of a woman named [member="Nadja Keto"] lit up her screen, the beautiful features contrasted to the creature she had seen before caused Jorryn to immediately swipe right before she could view more about the woman.

The regret was quickly pushed aside as the image of a woman filled up the Sith's screen, the mostly featureless mask not assisting in keeping Jorryn's attention away from her ample body. The acolyte sunk into her palm as she pondered what to do with [member="Xerxella Zanteres"], the image intimidating her in an exciting way though she was worried about what meeting the giantess would be like.

*Right.*

Life was too short to regret a decision, and even if nothing came of it simply meeting a woman of that caliber could be exciting enough.

Next came an image of a blonde, almost golden haired woman. Her attractive appearance was as appealing to the silver haired Sith as was what her biography detailed, a kindred spirit searching for adventure instead of love. Jorryn smirked as she bit down on a nail, her free hand hovering over the buttons as she decided what to do.

*Boop.*

The amusingly pleasant sound let the acolyte know her decision had been sent to [member="Dante Sotari"] as her finger lifted off of the lightning button, the profile disappearing as another face came up.

It was a man this time, pale face matching his deep silver hair. The Echani's face notably perked up as she thought she had managed to find another one of her kind on the app, a small hint of regret that she hadn't been able to message him directly disappeared as she reaffirmed herself of her earlier decision.

Still his gaunt yet attractive face had her intrigued as she fiddled with the image of him, pulling it from left to right rapidly. There was something off about the man that she couldn't place, a deep sense that she shouldn't reach out to the man. The lack of a given name from the man drove her curiosity and concern even further, red flags coming from the profile in large clumps.

*Right.*

It wasn't the first time that she had ignored her instincts and enjoyed her time, the vague sense of worry only making the man more appealing to the more conscious part of her brain. If nothing else it would be interesting to meet a man with no name. ([member="The Slave"])

Again the girl pressed back into her chair, forcing it downwards as she waited patiently for replies to notify her of others interested or if any of those she had decided one would contact her.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Matador examined every contract he could, swiping right on them all. It was a gold mine ​of potential enemies.

[member="Wedge Draav"], he swiped right. The boy looked to be easy prey. However, he was curious regarding the prices. He hadn't seen any as of yet, but he supposed that, like some contracts, the payment would be decided once he came in contact with the contractor. Next on his list was [member="Xerxella Zanteres"], a large and powerful looking women. Yet, she looked like she would catch a greater price than the previous opponent. The Matador used the ​lightining​ function to imply he wished greatly to kill her for whomever would so gladly pay for it. She looked like she would put up a fight, but perhaps not for long.

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] was the next he saw, a previous battle companion on Tython. Even so, he swiped right. In that particularly modest looking picture of her, she didn't look quite as fearsome and vindictive as she had in the past, it bemused him slightly. He didn't feel any difference in whom he killed. Credits were credits. Following that appeared [member="Arken Lussk"], a small framed creature. He tried not to base too much off of appearance alone, but he didn't look formidable.

[member="Nyx"] then appeared on his screen, a solemn and fearsome face moulded onto her form. His eyebrow raised slightly, in some interest. But even a hardy women wasn't much in regards to an opponent. Once more, a contract was more credits. He swiped right, as he had done on all those before hand.