Riya Pashen
Character
Anchorhead, Tatooine, Outer Rim Territories
The air was stenched with alcohol, odor and the dust outside. Inside the cantina multiple beings sat or stood drinking, talking, gambling and a few shared a laugh or two. On the speakers, the latest jazz from Nar Shaddaa played. Sitting at a sparse spot by the bar stand Lieutenant Riya Parshen was typing on some notes on a holopad with her left hand. In her right she held a half full cup and sipped.
"Genosis was…something else." She murmured, before the eyes became distant briefly. In the back of her mind the Pantoran can still hear the deafening explosions and the scent of burned metal and flesh. For a moment her left hand quivered before squeezing it, then a moment later the shaking stopped and Riya sighed.
Still our division proved itself that day. Talk about a debut. She thought to herself. Outside speeders screeched back and forth in traffic with the occasional grunt of a dewback. Riya returned to her typing and drank some more unaware of that she was about to have company.
Tag:
Dagmar Kortu