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Taryc felt more naked than the times she had tumbled with lovers while actually being naked. SHe was walking through a massive space station, and she was sans armor. She also wasn't wearing a uniform, despite being officially employed by Firemane. Instead, Taryc wore spacers leathers and carried a bolter in a thigh holster. The spacers leathers were both far less armored and far less revealing than she was used to, having worn a skin tight armorweave almost daily for the past decade and change. She was also without her sword, which sat in an armored locker at a Firemane office in Alliance territory.
As she walked through the hallway in the Community sector of The Foundation, she noticed the people around her. She was here looking for answers, some key to a history she thought long perished. All she had to go on was that a former Primeval agent was in the Outback, and it was both her personal quest, and her official duty now, to pursue any such agents and remove them. Taryc moved through the station, trying to figure out where her next move would take her. The Outback wasn't the largest area of space, but it was large enough for her to be stuck now.
Her stomach grumbled as she passed a Corellian bar and grill. She paused, stopping in the wide hallway, and looked at the place, and the people around her. Mentally shrugging to herself, she headed into the cantina and sat at the bar, waiting to be served.
[member="laira vereen"]
As she walked through the hallway in the Community sector of The Foundation, she noticed the people around her. She was here looking for answers, some key to a history she thought long perished. All she had to go on was that a former Primeval agent was in the Outback, and it was both her personal quest, and her official duty now, to pursue any such agents and remove them. Taryc moved through the station, trying to figure out where her next move would take her. The Outback wasn't the largest area of space, but it was large enough for her to be stuck now.
Her stomach grumbled as she passed a Corellian bar and grill. She paused, stopping in the wide hallway, and looked at the place, and the people around her. Mentally shrugging to herself, she headed into the cantina and sat at the bar, waiting to be served.
[member="laira vereen"]