Recent content by Maura Starwalk

Maura let out a sigh - the sort of deep, heavy sort that released pressure in the chest - when Alex said today would be her last day here. She knew she wasn't helping herself by sleeping all day and lying awake all night. "Yeah... I know." She knew. 'I know.' The very knightly knight let out a...

'Actually, why don't I just shoot Hera a message right now?' In the midst of Vanya's responses, Maura pulled out her datapad and sent Hera (@Black Noise) several messages in quick succession: 13:32 > hey i just met this girl > she wants to be a jedi > she's a nightsister tho > but i think it's...

And off they went. Swaying, balancing, and surfing the air above the interior streets of 'Starlight Beacon.' It was always a bit strange to skim in indoor places like this massive ship, even if she'd done it hundreds of times before on Brighthome and other space stations. The place was so much...

Maura's sensitive hearing caught onto Hera's arrival before she even opened her mouth to speak. The woman had a very distinct way of walking, and even though her hearing wasn't on par with that of a Sephi's, she swore she could hear Hera approach from a mile away. Her steps weren't necessarily...

"Cool. I'll remember to do that then," Maura nodded. Magick... Singing Mountain people... Queen... Clans... it did all sound very tribal. Very different, but very interesting. It was even more interesting to note that her clan had been against Renfry. Did they mean they were also against the...

It was nice to see everyone. Though it caught her off guard, the knight awkwardly accepted Dash's hug and pulled away as soon as she could. She didn't mind hugs, but she was definitely not the touchy-feely type. "Yeah, always!" she said in response to Ezra's first question. She promptly pulled...

"Well geez." Maura couldn't help but laugh at the sentiment of not fitting the picture of a Jedi. "Not all of us are stuffy old men who wear robes." She was eighteen, but she often got told she looks sixteen. Her clothes didn't mean scream Jedi either... but she was pretty damn muscular! That...

"Oh, I dunno. I just don't like to stand around and talk. Makes me antsy," the knight answered honestly. She could, of course. She'd made it through years and years of classes having to sit and pay attention (though she'd skipped a bunch of them), but it served her best to move when she could...

"You have a padawan? Already?" Maura blurted out, interrupting him unintentionally as soon as the words registered in her head. "Damn, congrats." She could not imagine being responsible for a padawan so shortly after becoming a knight. 'So help me if Alex assigns me one...' Surely her master...

Maura turned to look at the sound of her name being called out, and upon spotting her fellow knight she offered him a happy-looking smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Leon! Hey!" She threw out her hand to complete the dap-up, then leaned in for the side hug he was going for. 'What's up?'...

"Perfect?" Maura repeated the word just before Vanya continued on, her head tilted and her eyes studying the Nightsister curiously. 'What does that mean?' Vanya's question kind of answered Maura's, but only left her with a plethora more. She didn't have time to think too long on exactly what...

Vanya was right, 'just visiting' was vague, but it was about as accurate as one could get without delving into the sort of conversation you shouldn't have with a stranger. "Oh yeah, total expert," Maura affirmed with a nod, speaking through the skewered meat in between her sharp teeth. "I've...

Maura had not woken up that morning intending to be standing amongst a colorful crowd. The planet had fallen on her path, and she'd somehow ended up in the midst of the festivities. As much as she wanted to be alone, it was against the knight's nature to avoid others for too long. Even now, as...

"Nice to meet ya, Vanya." Maura then took a massive bite out of one of her meat skewers, sinking her teeth and ripping the meat away with her sharp incisors. She chewed as Vanya answered her second question, though she hadn't been expecting anything like what the Dathomirian would say next...

Knock. Knock. Knock. Maura's freckled fist pounded thrice on the door to Councilor Albion's office, then fell slowly to her side. She had no idea if the woman was even present, but she was playing off chances. If she was, then it meant this was the right path to take. If she wasn't, then it...