"North Korea is believed to be working on the development of a long-range missile capable of reaching the west coast of the US mainland. "
Interesting :CRawr
"Having a good time?" She thought to herself. Was she the one to stab him or something? Samara rised an eyebrow at her. Once again, the stabbed Nautolan seemed to be the most logic person in the trio, despite the loss of blood. She doubted that if everything she'd said about the strange hybrid...
"You're a terrible liar" Replied turning around to face him, with both hands inside the side pockets of the jacket. "You still haven't told me about the horrors of war that cause you so much trouble. Was it really the Whipid hooker?" She smirked as she asked leaving some reasonable distance...
"Yeah, don't let my appearence decieve you, I'm a Wookie-Hutt hybrid myself. You know what they say: what happens on Zeltros stays on Zeltros." She shifted her empty gaze to the bleeding Nautolan for a moment. Why in the eleven hells did she said she was a darksider for? Intimidation? Did...
And all of the sudden a woman came running, calling what Samara guessed would be the name of the Nautolan. And just like that started she to heal him deus ex machina style. Of course she couldn't help but be terribly shocked -on a scale- about how the events unfolded. Just like that? Well maybe...
Recruiting, recruiting, recruiting, until the point of mispelling. That was all she did nowadays, that and of course take care of assignments and bounty lists with the fresher ones so she could pass judgement and earn some credits. To then waste them on nightclubs and entertaining vices, it was...