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Siggy saw the flash of sabers; she even anticipated the searing cut fated to follow. Luckily, however she was spared the scorch of its touch. Yet again, her brother had moved to aid her, just as he had done a decade before. Masterfully, Cas had intercepted the fiend's assault; now the pair were...

Beast. Savage. Cretin. Cur. No word was fit enough, or rather, foul enough for this monster. Horned headed freak. Scum sucking Sith spit. How Siggy wanted to rant and rave at him; to shout and scream out all the frustrations she had endured. But nothing released itself. The porcelain mask...

Siggy was relieved to say the least; the Sith and their taint hadn't ruined her brother after all. Not completely at least. Never had she been more thankful. It meant that there was still hope for him. Hope for the both of them. So, when Cas began speaking of the force, Siggy noticeably perked...

Siggy shot her brother a signature sulk; not even two minutes in and the mood seemed ruined. Still, that didn't stop her from hugging Cas within an inch of his life. She was making up for lost time after all. His poke, however, eventually spurred his release. She pouted, like she used to...

Time had stopped; for that crystallising moment, Siggy simply stared, not even remotely able to comprehend what has just occurred. Truthfully, she wasn't quite sure what to expect when she opened the door. She had hoped, beyond all hope, stars would align and grant her this wish; give her the...

How long had it been? Siggy had utterly lost track; night and day seemingly bled into one -utterly long- duration. Days were slowly turning into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Cas. Ord Cantrell was a safe enough place, but sooner or later, Siggy would have to relocate, possibly off...

Theme Ghost. That was the name of the game, the game Cas and Siggy used to play as children. Back then, the rules were simple enough; go unnoticed, walk unseen, get to the 'safe zone' without being spotted. When they were children, it all seemed so easy. Duck behind some curtains, crawl...

The bartender called out for last orders, startling Siggy for a moment. Had so much time passed already? Night time was upon them and Hapans didn't fare well in low light. She had best get back to the safety of her hotel. Admittedly, she might have gotten abit reckless, had over indulged. She...

Spectators hooped and hollered, yowling for actions. Not even the rain could drown out their collective cries. Siggy had to admit, she was getting caught up in the moment. There was a surge of adrenaline, a rush of endorphins. It came avidly with the rush of engines, the working of the...

Two and half weeks? That long? It hardly seemed ideal. But then again, Siggy had never travelled far outside the Hapan Cluster. Actually, she knew very little in regards to interstellar transportation. When the marriage arrangement was first announced, Siggy wanted to do nothing more than run...

Siggy didn't feel like drinking, not at that moment in time. She had done enough of that in the early hours of the day; now, it was catching up to her. Moderation certainly wasn't in the heiress' dictionary, not when she had only just learnt to indulge. Unfortunately, she seemed fated to learn...

Siggy didn't hide her apparent relief; seemed the Mando was willing to humour her. Others would have shrugged off such a request, finding such efforts unnecessary. What was the point of a hired gun if you were willing to shoot one yourself? But the longer Siggy spent alone, the more time she had...

Siggy bristled, having spotted the heightened Imperial presence; despite its neutral status, Ord Cantrell was a hot pot on the boil. It was only a matter of time until things reached fatal escalation. Either protesters would push too far, or local enforcers would lose their patience. Either way...

Theme Location: Ord Cantrell, Resort It was a protest of some sorts, or at least, that is how Siggy interpreted it. Spread through word of mouth, the growing mass of spectators soon distinguished themselves as attendants. It was a rally against the Imperial Republica, against their...

He wasn't much to look at. That was Siggy's first thought. He was human however, that much she was sure on. Just an average human. Her mother would have never hired an alien. She was too prideful for that, too bigoted. The people of Hapes were naturally beautiful people, generations of selective...

Siggy just blinked at him for a moment, now knowing his identity but not exactly his affiliation. What was with that strange armour? Was he even human? At this point in time, she didn't particularly care. She just wanted to away from all the darkness. The sooner they got back into the city, the...

At the suggestion of relocating themselves, Siggy agreed, standing up as the Mando began to ready himself. "You may have a point..." Whilst the establishment had a relaxed atmosphere, Siggy was already growing bored in thee simple setting and mood. She was used to opulence and luxury, not...

Nodding thoughtfully for a moment, the heiress went reflectively silent. Much to the disappointment of her mother and aunts, Siggy wasn't vicious by nature. She never went out of her way to be spiteful, though sometimes it did occasionally happen. She just wanted to be sure that if there was...

Theme Location: Chume'da-Volante Summer Estate, Hapes Siggy hasn't stopped shaking, not since the announcement. Marriage. An arranged marriage, to an Imperial no less. Not an aesthetically pleasing Hapan male, oh no, but an inferior, human grub. A walking pile of slime, tittering about in...

Theme Location: Ord Cantrell, Resort Through word of mouth, Siggy had heard about these sort of races. They were race, they were loud and above all else, they were dangerous. Yet people of all walks of life flocked to them, placing bets and flashing credits. The elite rubbed shoulders with...