Recent content by Sylphrena

With Raze gone, Syl's shots fired through air, green tinted air but air nonetheless. So she started looking around to try and spot the Sith Lord, finally spotting him near the temple, near Oren. She followed suit as Kais, minus the extra steps of having to deal with a Mandalorian, and began...

As the wall of earth went up Syl was immediately on the alert. But when first attack came, the first hint of Raze doing something, it was just that, a hint, an awareness, not the devastating blow she had expected. What followed though was more so. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her...

Having ushered any and all she saw towards the nearest evacuation point, she continued moving towards the Sith, he wasn't hard to track down. Coming to a stop at the courtyard, she stared at the fissure now split it in two. She could see the planet far below, green, calm, pristine. A stark...

Looking in through the doorway, Syl had eyes on the situation within the bathroom, but even if she didn't she would have reacted the way she did when the Dark Side suddenly flared within the room. She stepped into the bathroom at once, Force immediately within her grasp, ready to move at the...

The fact that the women noticed the missing jewels would not have been worth much thought in isolation, but this was not an isolated event. Coming on the heel of the delayed tour, and the information that the Jedi had received, it became much more suspicious. Still, on its own Syl would have...

She wasn't into politics, but she wasn't a complete imbecile either, so she did keep up with major development. And the reports of a Senator vanishing was major news, even she wasn't unaware of that fact. So when the local authority gave them the courtesy of updating them on the situation...

Syl observed the trio as they walked through the customs checkpoint and towards their resort, and under normal conditions it might have been the last they ever saw of them, if not for Eirik's intervention. She got a feeling of his intent, and didn't object. But when they reached the tour...

Syl had planned to stay where she was, waiting for the visitors to come to her before they passed through the customs inspection, that was till one of the strangers made her comment about lightsabers. Thankfully the officers in the customs booth, who had just waved Syl herself through, had seen...

Who didn't know country music? The simple thought crossed her mind as she stepped around a puddle on the street, almost jealous of the other Jedi's upbringing that had kept him safe from the horrors of possibly the worst form of music that had ever graced the Galaxy. Well, maybe second worst...

Syl was focused on the task at hand, her attention entirely on what lay before her, brows furrowed in concentration. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward, knowing full well the repercussions of making one wrong move, a single bead of sweat running down the side of her brow as if aware of...

Having stopped as well on seeing Tazlen stop to respond to the padawan's claims, Syl listened patiently as one voice after another rose to speak, saying much but little at the same time. "I have spent nights in a cold bunker," she finally spoke up after one speech too many, "with nothing but...

Syl listened to the Councilor's words, and after Tazlen spoke up, she waited for a few moments to gather her thoughts. Fortunately she didn't need a great deal of time, and finally spoke up. "The Resistance," she said, "is no different from the Order. Assassinations concern you, but to the...

Syl had once read a story in the fanfic section of the Archives about a legendary being called the Zen, or maybe it had achieved zen? Who knows, what mattered was the being was supposed to be centuries old, yet retained a youthful appearance, and spoke with the wisdom of his age, which scared...

Syl wandered in, dressed casually, looking much more like the resistance operative she was than the Jedi Master she was supposed to be. She had arrived in time to catch most of the conversation, but hadn't really thought to intervene, things seemed to be mostly going as she expected them to...

"Son of a...," Syl cursed at realizing that even the little Amaran had jumped into the escape pod with Dusty. She hovered overhead, trying to follow their trajectory, praying that they hadn't just flown to their deaths. But, there wasn't really much she could do. Shaking her head, she waited...