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Hyara bursted in laughter upon Valia's words. "Sure, sis, you come break that hip, see if it gets that pole out!" she jested. "Now, then, lets go, boys, TIME TO PARTYYYY!!!" Hyara cried out, her hands brought aloft into fists, in unmasked excitment. The group walked down the battered...

Hyara shook her head chuckling, as she extended her arm around Valia to hold her over the shoulders, in a flawless motion. "You don't see, lil sis, thats why." she smiled. "So willing to bite one another for your favour... What you think they gonna do, by your command?" Hyara's one-eyed glare...

"Oh, whatever you say, dhranoe redin..." Hyara rolled her eye, shaking her head to the sound of Valia's statement. She though walked forth, noticing Valia followed, perhaps to a certain level of achievement. "Ge wokel pring ghey vali, ghod rinen?!" Hyara barked towards the distance, where the...

"Oh, you poor thing...!" Hyara laughed, standing up. She shook her malnourished hips, dusting off her cloth. "Those Jedi of yours never showed you how to have a good time, did they?" she grinned her teeth. "I got discarded, chained and traded before I stepped on a ship. Now, I got my own pack...

"No attachments?" she chuckled. "No much fun in that, then.... What's the point in fighting for what you have no attachment to?" she shook her head. "I hear you are taken from children, and raised in temples to become warriors. Sounds like an Athysian rite... Well... Judging by your looks, it...

Hyara, as uncharacteristic of her as it was, remained silent; Listening. In many ways, she felt a connection with Valia which she could not identify. The pain, shared, was real, and she could not simply jest around it, until the voices once again take the helm and drive her onward, like the used...

Surprise was clear on Hyara's eyes, as she stared at Valia's outburst. In reality, Hyara had not, perhaps, realized the extend of what Theocha spoke of, or so she gathered now that she witnessed Valia's own collapse. "Well, damn, girl..." she murmured, as Valia slumpered down. Hyara slithered...

Hyara chuckled when she mentioned the way Theocha called the man. She covered her mouth with her palm, as her eye rolled up. "Oh, thats the big boss man. He's with the Alcademons. Fancy bronze and all. Partypooper." she shrugged. "He ain't not with us cool bunch. Alcademons are all about show...

By the time Valia replied, Hyara had but to inject the final wound, on the chest. She pressed the koltogun forth, and proceeded as she had done on all previous ones, yet she kept staring at the wound itself, after she was done, as if seeing something within. "Vali kesulinoe ghey Cuuae Broneni?"...

"SHOW THEM PAIN" The Witch-Captain cried in feral ecstasy. The pale braids of her hair whipping across the burning console, as her hands dove into the lightning-bound machinery. The Imvonvol twisted like drill, readying to pierce. The deflector shields begging for reprieve, as the Copper fleet...

The Witch-Captain walked Valia across the camp, as corsairs counted on the gathered plunder, or stacked crates with supplies and ammunition, while many among them were experiencing the toll of the past few days' fatigue, washing it off in consuming Tihaar and other alcohoolic drinks either kept...

The Witch-Captain tilted her head to the side in a excravagant motion, her braids motioning like hanging chains over her shoulders. "So..?" she lifted her eyebrow. "Ygi ghey ha Hecel. Ygi kav nok non." Theocha intoned. Her head remaining tall, as if briefing the Witch-Captain to a reality...

Theocha looked down at Valia, as if she recognized the same element that she had captured in the very first encounter with her. She chose not to respond. Instead, she offered an ever so slight glare. "Rolling rolling round, guess what's what and goes to bout!" The voice interrupted any...

The comms flooded within moments with the screams of scattered bands of corsairs onboard the seemingly broken vessel. One at a time, the lifesigns of the boarding parties vanished, faster than the First Mate could react. "This is a death trap!" he spat. He turned, limping on his walking rod to...

The Imvonvol turned and spinned, completing a full rotation around the ship as if to test whether she would still fire back. A carnivore testing its prey. The Imvonvol made another pass over the Mochalivi, her flak cannons unleashing one, final, barrage, indescriminately aimed over the cracked...