Recent content by Nash

Nash knew the amount of effort it took to bulk up, especially for someone like Arak who started off thinner. She said nothing about it, only grinning in turn, “Well you look fucking hot,” She blurted out casually. He was her boyfriend and she wasn’t shy about telling him when he looked fine. The...

Fortunately, there were no further hiccups as the ship exited Ansion’s airspace. She set the course back towards Korriban to drop Arak off, though the journey would take a while. She still hadn’t set foot on the hot planet, her training mainly taking place on the water worlds. Nash loved her new...

Arak would get a ping in his comms giving him specific coordinates in the outskirts of the city. There was too much commotion going on for anyone to pay heed to a lone teenager booking it. The hired mercenaries were rapidly getting arrested and the main cyborg threat was down. The Jedi Master...

Nash kissed him passionately, sinking against that familiar touch and the heat of his body. She couldn’t get enough of that perfectly smooth skin possible only for a prince like him. She felt her back press against a tree behind her but she didn’t stop what she was doing, her shirt soon cast...

“Whoa whoa!” Nash snapped, yanking the joint out from Shaw’s hand as he tried letting the squirrel take a hit, “Are you fucked in the head? This is pristine, high quality spice from Hutt space,” She said with a scowl, “Damn you Core worlders seriously live under the rock of blissful ignorance,”...

Nash coughed when Trael answered. Boyfriend? How many freakin boyfriends did Arcanos have? Or did all these fools think they were his boyfriend? She gazed down at the slew of questions she got from Arak worried about her purple hand. She couldn’t imagine juggling more than one boyfriend. She...

“Oh that’s so fucked,” Nash mumbled as she watched the effects of the moonshine. Her geeky classmate was right - Arcanos definitely placed those ingredients there expecting them to be found. Did he get some kind of sick pleasure from torturing acolytes?! All they did was…well, raid his wares...

Nash blinked in surprise when Trael admitted that Veema tried to steal the ship. What the fuck? Where was that going to go? Was she going to kill both Trael and Nash? Gods, why did Sith have to be so weird? Nash began to spiral for a moment before she was shaken out of her thoughts, glancing...

When he mentioned she technically killed the big boss, Nash managed a faint smile, “Well when you put it like that..” She trailed off, “Honestly I thought you were just looking for excuse to kill me,” She admitted at last as she glanced at him, “I didn’t even wanna know what Veema did to have...

Nash mulled over what Arak said about Arcanos. The dude sounded diabolical. Was the moonshine such a great idea? Nash was no weenie, so she was going to take a swig no matter what. When Arak mentioned sending pictures, she smiled, “InsaChat. You know it right? We gotta get a streak going,” Nash...

Nash was immobilized through most of what happened next, so she had nothing to add. However, she was conscious through all of it. Her eyes were open and she vacantly stared back, stuck in a prison of her own body. It was the most awful feeling ever and she could only wonder why Darth Arcanos...

“Sure it’s safe!” Nash said confidently, “I mean, one of my buddies said something about how Arcanos seems the type to lay traps so acolytes would easily be able to rob him but why would he do that?” She scrunched up her face. She, of course, never really interacted with the mythical Sith Lord...

Nash was fully prepared to go down fighting these things. She didn’t have any last moment thoughts or deep introspection. Nah. It was all about these motherfucking spiders up in her fucking grill. And that was when divine intervention happened. She was so confused that she had to tilt her head...

Nash watched the pina colada dribble down his chin. She was convinced his chin drank more than he did with how often Vossari spilled while taking a drink. She walked over to plop down in a seat next to him, looking over the construction. “It’s solid, but honestly I really want a saber,” She...

While Arak was panicking about being late, Nash was unconcerned. She was normally chill and just sat there vibing to her music. As he came running, he would find her rapping about mutant chickens and detention. Nash smiled when he emerged, her brows raising when she noticed how out of breath he...