Angel of Mercy
Angel of Mercy
Inner Sanctum Nobility
Star Wars: Rebel Affairs
I'm looking to star a Star Wars story, early rebel era with smut. Two paragraphs minimum. The premise is two characters (criminals or simply on the run) forced to work together to achieve various tasks/missions for an unknown benefactor.
I have a starter below, where MC has been told to be ready for someone to make contact with her at a seedy cantina/spaceport lounge. Her instructions are simple, to meet and assist the individual, whatever it is she needs (depending on the character's make up).
Looking for someone to play the role of that individual. Could be human, or some other humanoid species. Would prefer FxF or FxFuta for this story but would be open to male players and characters if needs be.
This Individual could be anything, including but not limited to the following: Young Jedi Apprentice on the run, Imperial officer or trooper (with important information) trying to defect. Noble or important person fleeing Empire (possibly an ex-separatist leader or the ruler of a world which has had a falling out with the Empire. A malfunctioning clone trooper on the run, criminal (i.e.: rebel terrorist) wanted by the Empire, etc...
Further story development TBD. Send me a PM if you have questions.
I'm looking to star a Star Wars story, early rebel era with smut. Two paragraphs minimum. The premise is two characters (criminals or simply on the run) forced to work together to achieve various tasks/missions for an unknown benefactor.
I have a starter below, where MC has been told to be ready for someone to make contact with her at a seedy cantina/spaceport lounge. Her instructions are simple, to meet and assist the individual, whatever it is she needs (depending on the character's make up).
Looking for someone to play the role of that individual. Could be human, or some other humanoid species. Would prefer FxF or FxFuta for this story but would be open to male players and characters if needs be.
This Individual could be anything, including but not limited to the following: Young Jedi Apprentice on the run, Imperial officer or trooper (with important information) trying to defect. Noble or important person fleeing Empire (possibly an ex-separatist leader or the ruler of a world which has had a falling out with the Empire. A malfunctioning clone trooper on the run, criminal (i.e.: rebel terrorist) wanted by the Empire, etc...
Further story development TBD. Send me a PM if you have questions.
Kya was wandering the room as she always did on most nights. She worked simply as one of the 'girls', available for special company or just to serve and deliver drinks. It was a busy night, and all manner of aliens had come to drink, gamble or just find companionship. The Alley, the bar was called, was located in the only city of the monsoon moon of Cynda, in the Gorse system in the outer rim. The world was wet and miserable, and it served as a way point and distribution center between the gas mines of the gas giant known as Gorse and the vast blaster gas networks that fed the galaxy.
The Cynda Corporation was in charge here; they owned and operated the gas mines, and in the overall scheme of things they were small taters. With the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Empire, Cynda, like many other small-time corporations was quick to declare it's loyalty to the Empire, and so they were mostly left to their own devices for the first few years... Because of harsher Imperial controls of blaster gases closer to the inner rim, Cynda became a haven for smugglers and organized crime.
As a result, the moon of Cynda was a hotbed of illegal activity, with the corporation turning a blind eye, so long as its profits were fed by these criminal activities. But now the Empire had arrived. They feared small blaster gas suppliers might redirect some of their products to small rebellious groups spreading across the galaxy and so all such mining activity now falls under Imperial control and regulations. Cynda had thus cooperated, in an effort to remain on good terms with the new sector governor. There was hope that some smuggling could continue, but most felt this was doubtful and many groups were preparing to pack up and leave the system for good.
Of course Kya wasn't just another bar wench. She played that role very well, but she'd come here with a purpose. Her father had worked as a separatist agent on the planet Thyferra and at the end of the war he was capture and executed by the Empire for treason, without so much as a trial. He had been her only family. A friend had taken her away, knowing the Empire had a habit of eliminating not only the opposition but their family as well. She lived on Florrum for a few years, working as a hacker and con-artist for the most part, but then things got hot and she was forced to flee, and that had led her here, to Cynda.
But someone who knew her from Florrum had maintained contact with her, despite not identifying him or herself. She fed him information on local smugglers, criminals and on the corporation, and now on the Empire in exchange for credits or favours. But things were once again getting too hot, and she had made plans to leave Cynda for greener and safer pastures. She would have left weeks ago, but her contact told her to stay a bit longer. Someone would get in touch with her... They needed her help, but the contact never said with what, only that this was of the greatest importance.
So, she had stayed, even under the now very watchful eye of the Empire. Someone would make contact with her, and order a Flaming Kyber, a drink famous near the Core, but mostly unheard of in these parts... So, as she wandered the room, smiling and look sweet she kept her eyes open... Would the individual be human? Male or female? She had no idea...
The Cynda Corporation was in charge here; they owned and operated the gas mines, and in the overall scheme of things they were small taters. With the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Empire, Cynda, like many other small-time corporations was quick to declare it's loyalty to the Empire, and so they were mostly left to their own devices for the first few years... Because of harsher Imperial controls of blaster gases closer to the inner rim, Cynda became a haven for smugglers and organized crime.
As a result, the moon of Cynda was a hotbed of illegal activity, with the corporation turning a blind eye, so long as its profits were fed by these criminal activities. But now the Empire had arrived. They feared small blaster gas suppliers might redirect some of their products to small rebellious groups spreading across the galaxy and so all such mining activity now falls under Imperial control and regulations. Cynda had thus cooperated, in an effort to remain on good terms with the new sector governor. There was hope that some smuggling could continue, but most felt this was doubtful and many groups were preparing to pack up and leave the system for good.
Of course Kya wasn't just another bar wench. She played that role very well, but she'd come here with a purpose. Her father had worked as a separatist agent on the planet Thyferra and at the end of the war he was capture and executed by the Empire for treason, without so much as a trial. He had been her only family. A friend had taken her away, knowing the Empire had a habit of eliminating not only the opposition but their family as well. She lived on Florrum for a few years, working as a hacker and con-artist for the most part, but then things got hot and she was forced to flee, and that had led her here, to Cynda.
But someone who knew her from Florrum had maintained contact with her, despite not identifying him or herself. She fed him information on local smugglers, criminals and on the corporation, and now on the Empire in exchange for credits or favours. But things were once again getting too hot, and she had made plans to leave Cynda for greener and safer pastures. She would have left weeks ago, but her contact told her to stay a bit longer. Someone would get in touch with her... They needed her help, but the contact never said with what, only that this was of the greatest importance.
So, she had stayed, even under the now very watchful eye of the Empire. Someone would make contact with her, and order a Flaming Kyber, a drink famous near the Core, but mostly unheard of in these parts... So, as she wandered the room, smiling and look sweet she kept her eyes open... Would the individual be human? Male or female? She had no idea...
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