Coryth Elaris
Shortstack of Fire
The call woke Coryth from her sleep. Fumbling around she managed to wrap her fingers around her com link and answered it most groggily. "If you're not dead, dying, or bleeding out already, you will be before this call is over... So make damn sure it's worth it." Cory was in no way a morning person, and right now, whoever was on the other side of that com, was the target of her crankiness, in all it's redheaded glory.
"Well, I was going to ask how you were, but I think you answered that sufficiently." A familiar voice boomed.
For a moment, Coryth could only rub at sleepy eyes, trying to figure out who exactly needed their butt whooped this morning. Then it dawned on her, "Aylee? The hell woman, it's been what? Ten years?"
"Yeah something like that.... Last time wasn't .."
"You shot me." Deadpanned, and completely emotionless.
"Only a little .... It wasn't personal or anything. To be fair, I was trying to save your life."
"Shot me. You shot me to save my life... Right, and I'm guessing you've got some beachfront property to sell me on Tatooine.."
"I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it before you believe me? Now, can we get past the point where you are still mad at me for that? Cause ... I may need your help."
Coryth sighed, one thing that she could never ignore was a plea for help. Even if it had been a good ten years and she wasn't sure she could trust Aylee's intentions these days... She'd given her word back then, and like it or not she was bound to those words, and wasn't about to break the promise she'd made to her former partner in crime. "I suppose I still owe you that favor, just don't expect me to be happy about it." For now, she could put aside that little detail, and the next hour was spent discussing why Coryth needed to come back to Coruscant.
Coruscant, the last fething place I ever wanted to be.... A sigh came from the little redhead as she pulled the tattered and worn grey cloak tighter around her body, If not for Aylee I'd never have come back at all. A plain black tank top worn under her cloak, left her scars exposed for all to see. The deep crisscrossing scars wove a most intricate crosshatch pattern across her skin, and much of her arms, lefts, hands, and feet. Her face fortunately had been spared that fate.
Right now, in the lower levels her eyes flicked back and forth, watching for the slightest signs of trouble, for she knew it was bound to come. With care withdrew her abilities into herself, making her force signature as small as possible, in hopes of avoiding any confrontation with Sith. Exhaling sharply, she finally spotted the old diner she was to meet Aylee in. With some manner of luck, she could get in, out, and on with life, with no complications. But that would be some level of extraordinary luck that she'd never before known.
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
"Well, I was going to ask how you were, but I think you answered that sufficiently." A familiar voice boomed.
For a moment, Coryth could only rub at sleepy eyes, trying to figure out who exactly needed their butt whooped this morning. Then it dawned on her, "Aylee? The hell woman, it's been what? Ten years?"
"Yeah something like that.... Last time wasn't .."
"You shot me." Deadpanned, and completely emotionless.
"Only a little .... It wasn't personal or anything. To be fair, I was trying to save your life."
"Shot me. You shot me to save my life... Right, and I'm guessing you've got some beachfront property to sell me on Tatooine.."
"I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it before you believe me? Now, can we get past the point where you are still mad at me for that? Cause ... I may need your help."
Coryth sighed, one thing that she could never ignore was a plea for help. Even if it had been a good ten years and she wasn't sure she could trust Aylee's intentions these days... She'd given her word back then, and like it or not she was bound to those words, and wasn't about to break the promise she'd made to her former partner in crime. "I suppose I still owe you that favor, just don't expect me to be happy about it." For now, she could put aside that little detail, and the next hour was spent discussing why Coryth needed to come back to Coruscant.
Coruscant, the last fething place I ever wanted to be.... A sigh came from the little redhead as she pulled the tattered and worn grey cloak tighter around her body, If not for Aylee I'd never have come back at all. A plain black tank top worn under her cloak, left her scars exposed for all to see. The deep crisscrossing scars wove a most intricate crosshatch pattern across her skin, and much of her arms, lefts, hands, and feet. Her face fortunately had been spared that fate.
Right now, in the lower levels her eyes flicked back and forth, watching for the slightest signs of trouble, for she knew it was bound to come. With care withdrew her abilities into herself, making her force signature as small as possible, in hopes of avoiding any confrontation with Sith. Exhaling sharply, she finally spotted the old diner she was to meet Aylee in. With some manner of luck, she could get in, out, and on with life, with no complications. But that would be some level of extraordinary luck that she'd never before known.
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"]