Eversor Priestess

Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Attire: White Skinny Jeans │ Crop Top │ Shoes
Time: Morning
Tag: Miri Nimdok
Alessandra wasn’t expecting to be hunted, though perhaps she should have.
Instead, her attention was captivated by the roller grill, the smells of nerf hot dogs, sausages, meat rolls, and various other meaty foodstuffs wafting up into her olfactory receptors as she looked over the selections. For most organics, there were dangerous health risks to consider when eating such nutrient-dense foods, but for Alessandra they were a delicious, yet ultimately optional sources of energy which she had grown increasingly fond of over the last few weeks. It had started as a distraction to help her cope with the loss of her brothers, but now it was slowly turning into a guilty pleasure.
The Chaplain could stop consuming such meals if she decided to. She just didn’t want to.
Taking a pair of nerf hot dogs off the grill, Alessandra neatly slotted them into the buns before moving to the garnish station to embellish the food with various toppings, carefully selected so that none clashed to compromise their overall flavor. Then, after grabbing a bag of chips, filling up a large drink, and placing her food inside a takeout box, she swiped her card to pay for the meal before heading back out to the fueling bay, where her ship was undergoing maintenance checks and tuneups by a small crew of repair droids who she had tipped lavishly. She still had yet to get rid of her old TIE Vendetta, even though it was long past time for her to purchase a craft with more room and a charging station.
Perhaps then, she would finally have an excuse to stop fueling herself with junk.
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