Feb. 7th, 2020

moonandstar: (On the Warpath)
[personal profile] moonandstar
[OOM: Eight murders and one suicide.]

A loud BOOM and boneshaking rumble marks Garyn's latest entry into Milliways. He winces and turns his head briefly. He rubs his head for a moment, as if to make sure he wasn't harmed himself. A smile creeps across his face for a moment before he tries to slip into a booth unnoticed, almost certainly unsuccessfully.
last_kallig: (SWTOR)
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Somehow, she got through the interrogation, got out of her armor and into her robes. But she can feel the numbness cracking, can feel the aftereffects of...everything starting to seep in. There's always a price for survival, always, always, and she needs to be somewhere SAFE to go to pieces.

She opens the door to Milliways, looking rather different to when she was last here. She looks like Hell, to put it bluntly, like she's been chronically ill for weeks, or months. Metaphysically, things are even worse, as she can still barely sense the Force and Darth Zash nearly succeeded at ripping her soul out of her body.