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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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Location: Ord Cantrell, Resort
Siggy sipped tentatively at her drink, all whilst her lavender eyes scanned her rather curious surroundings. Ord Cantrell catered to numerous tastes it seemed, from the mundane and familiar to the exotic and alien. One could certainly describe this...
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Location: Ord Cantrell, Resort World
Lost. Siggy was completely and utterly lost! Having spent the better part of the afternoon frequenting social establishments, she had completely lost track of time. True, the alcohol didn't help either, blurring her sense of time and its rapid...
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Location: Ord Cantrell, Resort World
Freedom. Sweet freedom. Siggy breathed it in. No more cautionary glances or wary eyed stares; no more trials and tribulations, from the Imperial Republica or her own mother. Not only had the young heiress escaped a less than pleasant marriage...