Recent content by Lyra Mona Fane

Lyra deadpanned. Men, she thought. Always fighting over who gets a piece of me. Raising her blaster pistol up, she fired two more blue, circular stun bolts into the Imperial Agent. Would it work? Well, given her luck with this recent mission... probably not. And there was always the chance that...

I was not prepared for today, Lyra thought as the two men, who were rather intimately locked together, soared right over her and into a nearby wall. It honestly would've been hot had the situation not been, you know, life or death. The rogue archeologist might not have been a Mandalorian, but...

Company. Great. Lyra pushed back from the terminal and crouched behind the head chair of a long, obsidian table that crowded the center of the room. Maybe the Neimoidians used it as a conference table, she wasn't sure. As she moved, she drew both of her blaster pistols and, with her thumbs...

Lyra put her hands on her hips and furrowed her brow a bit as she gave his question some thought. Did she know where the vault was? Well... technically, no. But she did know the vault number. That had to count for something. "Well, it's certainly not going to be here in the kitchen," she...

"You'd be surprised how many people will pay big credits to say they have an arcane Sith artifact," Lyra said, stepping on to the landing ramp of her ship as it descended. The open air of Cato Neimoidia smelled putrid, likely the fumes that were coming off the steam billowing off of the acidic...

The Wicked Witch swung into Cato Neimoidia's lower atmosphere, giving Doctor Lyra Fane a breathtaking view of the planet's rock arches, cliffs, vistas, and canyons, all wreathed by steam rising from its acidic oceans. "Ever been to Cato Neimoidia before, ma'am?" Lyra asked as she swung her ship...

Lyra looked between the two men, the newcomer and the Mandalorian, and stood suddenly, shoving her blasters back in their holsters. "And that is my cue to leave. Gentlemen," She nodded to the newcomer, "Ma'am," she nodded to the Mandalorian, "It's been a wonderful evening. Truly." She winked at...

"You give way too much credit to the common people, ma'am," Lyra said, completely ignoring his request, and took another sip. Then, to make her point, she pointed towards the Gamorrean standing near the door to the back room of the bar. "See that Gamorrean there? The only thing that's passed...

"Right," Lyra smirked as she settled herself into the booth, which was not at all comfy. "And I'm not a jaded former academic looking to drink her problems away on the most polluted moon in the galaxy. Listen here, ma'am, I may not look like much, but," She took out one of her twin blaster...

And there was a Mandalorian. You could always tell where they were because they couldn't go one karking day without grunting in that language of theirs—the one that made them sound like two grunting loth-wolves in heat. Fortunately, she was quite fluent in Mando'a and knew just what the brute...

"You're drinking a tad early, aren't'cha miss lady?" The human man who had asked her the question was three times her age and smelled like a bantha cow pie. His breath reeked of alcohol and he looked like he had not shaved in months, which was just her luck. All those holo-dramas about meeting a...