Zola
Knight of the Obsidian Order
Although she was sure it had its charms to some, Zola wasn’t sure she wanted to visit Ryloth again anytime soon, so thank the maker she and [member="Akatan Adasca"] were leaving that unforgiving hunk of rock. A refreshing power nap had sobered her up considerably by the time Akatan’s luxury yacht reached his ship, which also served as the mobile corporate headquarters for ADASCACORP. The Ryll Kor punched her system hard, and while she was still feeling euphoric after-shocks of the spice’s chemically-enhanced bliss, the Dark Jedi Knight was thankful to be somewhat lucid again. The night was still young, and she’d barely gotten a chance to know her new business partner, if that’s what he was.
Zola carefully handed off her sleeping attack stohl to one of Akatan’s assistants as she stepped off of the shuttle’s landing ramp. Panning her big brown eyes around the vessel, the Dark Jedi was struck by its overwhelming size and presence. The Hapan had forgotten just how massive Adasca’s ship was, almost like a teeming city in and of itself. With its luxurious interior and attentive servants, not to mention its rich and handsome inheritor, the New Arkanian Legacy seemed like a ship in which she could get used to staying, even if she wasn’t Arkanian. No, not Arkanian at all.
Speaking of the ship’s gorgeous host, what made Mister Adasca himself tick? Other than his disdain for Twi’lek torch songs, she still knew very little about him. Now that he was going to clone her, she supposed they had all of the time in the world to learn more about one another.
“How about some drinks?” Zola suggested, a wicked smile suggesting she'd caught her second wind.
Zola carefully handed off her sleeping attack stohl to one of Akatan’s assistants as she stepped off of the shuttle’s landing ramp. Panning her big brown eyes around the vessel, the Dark Jedi was struck by its overwhelming size and presence. The Hapan had forgotten just how massive Adasca’s ship was, almost like a teeming city in and of itself. With its luxurious interior and attentive servants, not to mention its rich and handsome inheritor, the New Arkanian Legacy seemed like a ship in which she could get used to staying, even if she wasn’t Arkanian. No, not Arkanian at all.
Speaking of the ship’s gorgeous host, what made Mister Adasca himself tick? Other than his disdain for Twi’lek torch songs, she still knew very little about him. Now that he was going to clone her, she supposed they had all of the time in the world to learn more about one another.
“How about some drinks?” Zola suggested, a wicked smile suggesting she'd caught her second wind.