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Disney's Princess
Jedi Temple Ruusan
The hanger bay. Hot, humid, and hollering. Never empty or alone. Solid, and yet mostly greasy. Perched like a fine parrot in her summer pantaloons, Jerry Mars was taking a welcome break. Nice. Her Starfighter had seen it's retrofit and it's gullet was full to bursting. Ready and roaring for it's next adamant adventure. Though pouring gas in the tank was never cheap. Still she smiled.
Jerry Mars was a Jedi Ranger with a Zeltron's red warming skin and long blond hair. Sitting so finely upon the boxes and crates that filled the room; she postured. Garbed in her strong refined armor and sporting her favorite yellow jacket; she never failed to dazzle or amaze. A perching, posturing, proper parrot indeed. Thank goodness it was time for lunch. Ahh. Grilled cheese.
Her favorite.
The hanger bay. Hot, humid, and hollering. Never empty or alone. Solid, and yet mostly greasy. Perched like a fine parrot in her summer pantaloons, Jerry Mars was taking a welcome break. Nice. Her Starfighter had seen it's retrofit and it's gullet was full to bursting. Ready and roaring for it's next adamant adventure. Though pouring gas in the tank was never cheap. Still she smiled.
Jerry Mars was a Jedi Ranger with a Zeltron's red warming skin and long blond hair. Sitting so finely upon the boxes and crates that filled the room; she postured. Garbed in her strong refined armor and sporting her favorite yellow jacket; she never failed to dazzle or amaze. A perching, posturing, proper parrot indeed. Thank goodness it was time for lunch. Ahh. Grilled cheese.
Her favorite.