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Disney's Princess
Mimi's Cafe
Briggs Station
Corellian Space
Post Netherworld Event, 844
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A celestial spirit had descended from another realm and forged of our dust a nightmare. A truth far stranger than fiction. Even for Karen Roberts, a woman predisposed to a life of magic and metaphysical struggle, could not contain her awe and despair. The impossible had actually happened.
Corellia was broken.
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Briggs Station. Black and rusting. She was once a supercarrier vessel used by the Demicord Corperation of Fondor during the reconstruction area following the Long Night of Plague. Indeed, once a prideful vessel in the fleet of a grand mining operation. Alas. Time had not been kind to her. She now stood as a relief and refuge area for many of the travelers passing through Corellian space. Like a grand hotel with an endless supple of small rooms and lofty hangers, it was always busy. Ships of all shapes and sizes buzzing about her massive form. Some coming. Some going. All weary and spent. Karen's ship was no different. The Hanalei Bay was docked in bay 13. Safe and sound from the never-ending chaos of the ever reshuffling sector outside.
She had left the ship in good hands fifteen minutes ago to go find the cafe. All that traveling always left a pit in her stomach. Bleh. Maybe they had pancakes?
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Mimi's Cafe. One of the three diners built into Briggs Station latter half. It was a surprising place really. White, bright, and amazingly? Well lit by the bold ceiling lights. A rarity. Not unlike some parts of this old dorky vessel. Dark as pitch, they were. Oh no. Today the large diner was packed with guests and had a line waiting outside the door. Karen figured it was just good location. Most of the larger ships parked in the latter half of the station. It wasn't a far walk either and they a bunch of tables to serve.
Clad in her Netherworld Katan and with her bulky utility belt slung over one shoulder, Karen Roberts waited for her turn to grab a table. Moaning as the food line shuffled forward slowly,
"Good grief."
Briggs Station
Corellian Space
Post Netherworld Event, 844
___
A celestial spirit had descended from another realm and forged of our dust a nightmare. A truth far stranger than fiction. Even for Karen Roberts, a woman predisposed to a life of magic and metaphysical struggle, could not contain her awe and despair. The impossible had actually happened.
Corellia was broken.
___
Briggs Station. Black and rusting. She was once a supercarrier vessel used by the Demicord Corperation of Fondor during the reconstruction area following the Long Night of Plague. Indeed, once a prideful vessel in the fleet of a grand mining operation. Alas. Time had not been kind to her. She now stood as a relief and refuge area for many of the travelers passing through Corellian space. Like a grand hotel with an endless supple of small rooms and lofty hangers, it was always busy. Ships of all shapes and sizes buzzing about her massive form. Some coming. Some going. All weary and spent. Karen's ship was no different. The Hanalei Bay was docked in bay 13. Safe and sound from the never-ending chaos of the ever reshuffling sector outside.
She had left the ship in good hands fifteen minutes ago to go find the cafe. All that traveling always left a pit in her stomach. Bleh. Maybe they had pancakes?
___
Mimi's Cafe. One of the three diners built into Briggs Station latter half. It was a surprising place really. White, bright, and amazingly? Well lit by the bold ceiling lights. A rarity. Not unlike some parts of this old dorky vessel. Dark as pitch, they were. Oh no. Today the large diner was packed with guests and had a line waiting outside the door. Karen figured it was just good location. Most of the larger ships parked in the latter half of the station. It wasn't a far walk either and they a bunch of tables to serve.
Clad in her Netherworld Katan and with her bulky utility belt slung over one shoulder, Karen Roberts waited for her turn to grab a table. Moaning as the food line shuffled forward slowly,
"Good grief."