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-Vera's Theme- Stirring out of her twilight, she could feel the dread threaten to creep up into her heart and mind, even as she clawed to consciousness. She knew it in her bones. In the eyes of the Darth that held her hair in his hands, she was expendable. Nothing. But she knew differently. She...

She could feel the effect of the drain starting to pull on her. With the combination of the stun and the shot to her leg, it would be a struggle just to keep herself conscious. But she would fight tooth and nail just to keep surfaced, even as her vision began to fade. "Cheap-ass coward," she...

Goddamn, these Sith were karking cowards. Using her as a ragdoll meat shield? She bared a grin at the Sith, but as shots impacted against her prosthetic, she snarled in pain, the smile turning almost feral. The prosthetic had been completely blown off, dangling only because of her pants tucked...

She smirked briefly at Darmus, giving him a light nudge. "Gotta show the kids, after all." It was a pity she hadn't really gotten to do much partner work with him before; ah well. Still, the two Sith were close, but she hadn't realized just how close they really were. Still, the Darth's...

-Vera's Theme- "You. What?!" Her voice seethed over the comm, scowling at the whimpering cries. A Sith had broken into the facility, and they were scrambling like terrified rats away from a fire. Pulling on her blast vest and gripping her blaster, she scowled, blue eyes narrowed. "West, divide...

She smirked at Darmus' initial attempt of protested innocence before it quickly deflected to a drink. She spent far too many years on the job to be fooled that easily, and she huffed out a wry laugh, turning away. "Don't get it in the kid's hair, I've heard he doesn't like it mussed up." She...

Aw hell. All the kids were pairing off or talking to one another. She could see many eyes looking to the towheaded Lieutenant Velt (@TerranSteel) as he socially flitted around from person to person. She saw him pointing to her with some young blue chick and offered them a short salute with her...

She listened to the young man's speech, and didn't really bother beyond giving a small toast with her own beer. Truth be told, she wasn't much for grand talks. This was the time of the youngbloods, and she wouldn't rain on their parade too much. The sight of another older Ranger made her smile...

Vera tried to find some measure of pride in watching the Holonet display, but all that yawned ahead was bitter disappointment. She had failed to capture the Sith Lord, failed to take him down herself, and though she watched the footage of her pursuit, she could feel no pride in what she did...

She growled in frustration as the Shrike smoothly weaved past the three torpedoes, successfully striking down the Jedi ship that had first come to her aid. She would ping over to the Byblos Defense to let them know of the ejected pilot for a rescue, and, salvage the ship later once the firefight...

She had hoped the Shrike would have continued pursuit, but there was a very brief chase. The moment sensors screamed of the pursuit, she tagged a sharp hard left, hoping to avoid some of the retaliatory fire. It was a close-quarters strike, and though the ion cannon itself had barely skimmed...

Things looked grim on her side of the console; the Sith fleet loomed overhead, but just as she was about to commit herself to the lone defence, more voices chimed into her comm. She exhaled quietly as the Astral Mantle pinged in, and she gave affirmative. "Good timing, kids. Flank and break 'em...

-Vera's Theme- The galaxy may have seemed to sleep on, but some of its' members took the threat of harming its' citizens very seriously. Vera Coulter had spent her days in a cold rage, thinking about them. How they assaulted her command center, and made threats time and time again. How they...

Coultier? She gritted her jaw at the mispronouncing of her name; would it kill them to just call her Vee? However, at Rhax's battle cry, she laughed out loud, pulling her fist into a pump and giving a wide, bitter grin. "That's the spirit! Let's kark 'em up!" They had been mostly lying low...

She gritted her teeth in frustration as something seemed to stop her shots from impacting the pink girl, however the other one slumped over. The booming sound from above, however, made her curse, throwing an arm up to deflect most of the debris from impacting her vision too much. Into her...

At the shout, she nodded once, already closing down the display and rising. The woman within whirled, a hand over her throat, eyes huge. "What's going on?" At Sakas' words, she nodded once, hurrying forwards. "Come on kids. Short skylanes trip," she forced herself to say, and Vee nodded once...

Somehow, that kriffin' Jedi streaked right past her at a speed that was practically inhuman. She had to sprint to keep up, breathing hard as the Jedi's live feed showed where the girls were ducking through. She was almost around the corner when one of the trashcans came sailing past. Ducking...

The woman rubbed at her throat nervously again, but then removed her hand, forcing herself to stand tall. "Everything's fine," she answered, managing to give the Ranger a thin smile. At Sakas' comment, Vee had to internally roll her eyes. I am nice, dammit. "I'll be checking ports and datapad...

Blue eyes sharpened with anger when not only her fellow Ranger continued on ignoring orders but trying to incite the converging mob against the escaping girls as well. At the mob converging she was forced to lower her stun pistol once again, ducking and weaving, when a voice she'd heard over...

At the sound of a single shot and screams, Vera was already on the move. Pulling to the bottom of the spaceport stairs between the two female suspects and freedom, she had her blaster lowered and set to stun, pale face knit into a face of fury. "Ranger, stand down and lower your weapon!" she...