Recent content by Aska Ryun

”I wish I shared that optimism,” Aska grunted, uncertain things would play out as he hoped. They were two very different people from two very different walks of life. If he truly believed he could talk his way out of this, she'd let him try. But when things inevitably fell apart, she'd be ready...

Aska couldn't refrain from a hearty laugh to Nathan's chivalry rebuttal. Her blaster had always been more kind to her than any man. It was the only true love she ever had. The only one she would ever need. Nathan was right. In her eyes, chivalry came in the form of flying bolts of energy finding...

”Nathan... Braxon?” Aska mirrored as she slowly made her way down the cavern, pistol held ahead of her. She racked her brain, the name sounding so familiar, until finally at had come to her. ”Bergamor, isn't it? You're the senator who's been suing for peace between the Hutts and the Empire?” she...

”Back to the ship?” Aska whispered harshly as she cautiously peered her head around a corner in the underground terrain, SE-45 in hand. True, safety came from within the metal shell of the Night Terror but between them and it she knew to be these walking undead. The speed in which they moved...

Had it been her own arm thrust downward, Aska would have responded similarly. Yet it wasn't and now they had come face to face with the truth of the matter. Agamar truly was infested by the dead. As Stamper shattered the skull of the nearest shambler with the butt of his rifle, signifying that...

Too often had Aska allowed herself to be fooled in the past by simply believing what her eyes had seen. It was a hard trait to diminish, one she struggled with even to this day, but a nagging feeling in the back of her mind insisted that while the figures had vanished, it was foolish to believe...

”No more than you, pal,” Aska replied, pushing herself up from her seat. ”Not until we know definitively what it is we're looking at. At this point, it's all conjecture,” Then, and only then, could a plan be formulated. It was the always the same with politicians, she found. They expected...

”Eagerly may be something of an understatement, sir. I've been trying to rid myself of the Mistress for years but have come up short,” Kayto's reply came as he continued to stare directly out the viewport. With an annoyed huff, the clone quickly booted the droid's knee from her seat. ”I'd...

”Politics, huh?” Aska replied, sliding into the copilot's chair while Kayto managed the controls. She'd known more than her share of politicians throughout her career, not a single one deserving of her trust beyond the moment she was paid for her services. Perhaps this fellow would prove...

As the trio made their way through the village streets, their pace increasing with every step, the amount of smiling faces that appeared around them increased. Their pleas for them to remain in the community echoed in the clone's ears, stoking concern that had not been there only moments ago...

Aska looked Stamper over one more time. He seemed capable. Experienced. People who distributed death for a living had a certain emptiness in their eyes and he certainly had that. ”He'll do,” Aska grinned, leaning back in her seat. ”Not much of a talker, are ya?” she asked coyly before draining...

Aska chuckled as she ashed her cigarra on the table top, rolling the burning end in the charred remains. ”I suppose I am,” she admitted, her eyes averting upwards from the table with a small smirk. ”Maybe even hopeful,” In all her years, she'd seen a wide array of things she had once considered...

The pair were hard to miss. A giant lumbering oaf and a string bean covered head to toe. Aska smirked at the sight. It always seemed the way of things, opposites attract and all that. She didn't even need to speak to them to know who was the one in charge. Page straight out of an old holo-movie...

Aska had had her fair share of 'undead' during the AMS outbreak that had plagued the galaxy in years past. It was a chapter that she was only too delighted to consider shut, memories of those she had lost too painful to bear. Yet word had reached her of a seemingly similar blight sweeping across...

”Right. No sabaac. Got it,” the clone replied, rolling her eyes as she followed Xeros to the place he had elected to be their infiltration point. Internally she muttered at the lack of detail he imparted, instead expecting her to operate blindly on nothing more than his word. There was nothing...