Blair
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Antecedant.
It had felt like forever since she'd been here. Like another lifetime ago. Before it happened. For the galaxy, the ENTIRE galaxy, literally went to hell and back. It still shook Deborah to the core, thiking back to the horrors she'd seen and heard of when it happened. That's why she left with her gang, the Star Striders. She wasn't the heroic type to stand around and face the devil himself; or even anything close to it. She was a theif. A thug. A mercenary. Even she didn't say 'yes' to everything. It had hurt her to do it but she left the Red Ravens to deal with the problem, trying to get far enough away from it while helping anyone and everyone she found along the way.
Every little bit helps. She told herself that everytime.
Eough time had passed. Thing had gone quite. The galaxy managed to surive, though apparently a lot was lost in the end. During which Deborah and her men still stayed underground on a far off planetoid. They needed it in order to rebuild what they'd lost. A few good men replaced with new recruits. Some who they picked up after saving them. Others with nothig else to lose in joining a gang they would likely. Once word started coming back from the rest of the galaxy, Deborah felt it was time to check back with the Ravens. See how many were still left.
Part of her hoped Cryax Bane, the man in charge of the Raves, at least while she was with them, was still alive.
Finally arriving in the large city complex of Antecedant, Deborah's ship made it way to the landing port. Once the plank from the back lowered Deborah had stepped out, the gruff and grizzled tone of her figure showing how much she endured. She seemed to have a more hardned look to her. A sign that she, as well as her men, had changed a lot. Looking around she could see how the city seemed a little less crowded than before. Still active and alive, but with a sense that everyone was trying to forget what had happened. Her gaze turned to the street that lead to the Dragon Palace Casino, the old stronghold/base of operations for the Ravens.
As Deborah began to walk towards the casino she was followed by two of her men. A wookie with an eye-patch over the vacant hole where his left eye used to be, and grizzled looking rodian. Both were armed but not carrying thier weapons in-hand. Deborah knew how to make a decent enough impression. The more they came closer to the casino the more Deborah wondered if her clearance was enough to let her in without an problems.
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
It had felt like forever since she'd been here. Like another lifetime ago. Before it happened. For the galaxy, the ENTIRE galaxy, literally went to hell and back. It still shook Deborah to the core, thiking back to the horrors she'd seen and heard of when it happened. That's why she left with her gang, the Star Striders. She wasn't the heroic type to stand around and face the devil himself; or even anything close to it. She was a theif. A thug. A mercenary. Even she didn't say 'yes' to everything. It had hurt her to do it but she left the Red Ravens to deal with the problem, trying to get far enough away from it while helping anyone and everyone she found along the way.
Every little bit helps. She told herself that everytime.
Eough time had passed. Thing had gone quite. The galaxy managed to surive, though apparently a lot was lost in the end. During which Deborah and her men still stayed underground on a far off planetoid. They needed it in order to rebuild what they'd lost. A few good men replaced with new recruits. Some who they picked up after saving them. Others with nothig else to lose in joining a gang they would likely. Once word started coming back from the rest of the galaxy, Deborah felt it was time to check back with the Ravens. See how many were still left.
Part of her hoped Cryax Bane, the man in charge of the Raves, at least while she was with them, was still alive.
Finally arriving in the large city complex of Antecedant, Deborah's ship made it way to the landing port. Once the plank from the back lowered Deborah had stepped out, the gruff and grizzled tone of her figure showing how much she endured. She seemed to have a more hardned look to her. A sign that she, as well as her men, had changed a lot. Looking around she could see how the city seemed a little less crowded than before. Still active and alive, but with a sense that everyone was trying to forget what had happened. Her gaze turned to the street that lead to the Dragon Palace Casino, the old stronghold/base of operations for the Ravens.
As Deborah began to walk towards the casino she was followed by two of her men. A wookie with an eye-patch over the vacant hole where his left eye used to be, and grizzled looking rodian. Both were armed but not carrying thier weapons in-hand. Deborah knew how to make a decent enough impression. The more they came closer to the casino the more Deborah wondered if her clearance was enough to let her in without an problems.
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]