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Disney's Princess
Silver Temple
Voss
It had been some time since the Incursion fell. Another giant robot invasion featuring a mysterious superweapon and the subsequent galactic coalition of heroes that rose to stop it. For the trillions of citizens of the Chaos Galaxy, it was a route all too familiar. Time had past, yes. But the troubles of the galaxy had not.
Jessica Matthews sat in training room 201 just above the temple's Great Hall. A laptop terminal on the bench next to her. Procrastinating the work and the various spreadsheets that lay upon it. Musing to herself in quiet contemplation. With the doors open at the head of the room she could hear the clamor of the masses below. Making the emptiness of the room feel somewhat more lively. Reminding her of the great green world beyond these walls, and the giant galaxy above that waited for no man.
She wore a long silver Jedi robe that fell about her ankles easily. Low cut in the neck to reveal her better features and with the last of white bandages around her strong wrists. Indeed, the last of the reminders of their battle on Tartarus. A parting gift from the Foreman. She was almost healed completely now from his effects. Eager to put the past behind her.
Sitting on the bench, she nodded, and looked up towards the open doors again. He would be here soon. The warrior who so quietly requested an audience. That same [member="Andorreth Vikar"] whom she had met less than a week before.
She sighed and tapped a finger against her chin,
"I wonder. Hm. Why ever would he wish to see me?"
Voss
It had been some time since the Incursion fell. Another giant robot invasion featuring a mysterious superweapon and the subsequent galactic coalition of heroes that rose to stop it. For the trillions of citizens of the Chaos Galaxy, it was a route all too familiar. Time had past, yes. But the troubles of the galaxy had not.
Jessica Matthews sat in training room 201 just above the temple's Great Hall. A laptop terminal on the bench next to her. Procrastinating the work and the various spreadsheets that lay upon it. Musing to herself in quiet contemplation. With the doors open at the head of the room she could hear the clamor of the masses below. Making the emptiness of the room feel somewhat more lively. Reminding her of the great green world beyond these walls, and the giant galaxy above that waited for no man.
She wore a long silver Jedi robe that fell about her ankles easily. Low cut in the neck to reveal her better features and with the last of white bandages around her strong wrists. Indeed, the last of the reminders of their battle on Tartarus. A parting gift from the Foreman. She was almost healed completely now from his effects. Eager to put the past behind her.
Sitting on the bench, she nodded, and looked up towards the open doors again. He would be here soon. The warrior who so quietly requested an audience. That same [member="Andorreth Vikar"] whom she had met less than a week before.
She sighed and tapped a finger against her chin,
"I wonder. Hm. Why ever would he wish to see me?"