Recent content by Gemma Muradi

Some time since she had last seen it. They had an artificial lake back on Nauvina Station, back home in another place in space, in the Osarian system. But they didn’t have oceans. She remembered the last time she had laid eyes on the sea. What planet was it? For some reason, at that very...

The expanse. An ocean, otherwise known. Vast. Endless. A stretch of emptiness. Of blackness. And it didn’t take a poet to know it or express it. It didn’t take many adjectives or definitions. Space was space. Naked. Darkness if starlit, for the stars were far apart, and the planets and moons...

Not a wealthy man. That statement might have made the Ugnaught’s companion laugh on any other occasion. She shared the sentiment. The crew of their ship weren’t rich, yet Gemma had witnessed what Drummer could do with blade and hammer in his fists the way a tycoon crushes business. Fair prices...

Unlike the expected sentiments of her partner, Gemma had grown up in the rough and in the dust, an expression meant as in she knew there was trade to be made between the lucky and the not so much whatever the dump. In the dirtiest bar on the poorest station of her system, rich business would...

Darth Raze, the Wraith, whatever his name and whatever the case, a woman like this one paid less and little attention to politics and conflict except for those which directly affected her person and business. Granted, obviously, on Ossus, the Sith Lord’s demise did. Whatever the planet’s...