Become the Crisis
Well... this was creepy.
Amora Illusia, the missing clone of Circe Savan recently rediscovered by Mnenchei queen Alachei Mnemenos, had been given a new task at hand. Evidently, she wanted some replica droids of the Mnenchei themselves... and she as envoy was sent to a particularly creepy facility in the heart of Corellia. The vibes, for better lack of term, were eerie. Unnatural. And they creeped Amora the hell out as she stepped towards the receptionist. The woman there had an exceptionally cold look to her face. Emotionless. Mechanical. Soulless. Amora's mental state being what it was, she slowly and rather awkwardly stepped up to the desk, looking down on the seated receptionist.
"Um... hi... Amora Illusia from the Mnenchei Dominion. I was sent by the Queen to discuss making an order?"
Gods, this place disturbed her.
@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Maelion Liates"]
Amora Illusia, the missing clone of Circe Savan recently rediscovered by Mnenchei queen Alachei Mnemenos, had been given a new task at hand. Evidently, she wanted some replica droids of the Mnenchei themselves... and she as envoy was sent to a particularly creepy facility in the heart of Corellia. The vibes, for better lack of term, were eerie. Unnatural. And they creeped Amora the hell out as she stepped towards the receptionist. The woman there had an exceptionally cold look to her face. Emotionless. Mechanical. Soulless. Amora's mental state being what it was, she slowly and rather awkwardly stepped up to the desk, looking down on the seated receptionist.
"Um... hi... Amora Illusia from the Mnenchei Dominion. I was sent by the Queen to discuss making an order?"
Gods, this place disturbed her.
@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Maelion Liates"]