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located in Old Republic, a part of Wrong Star War, one of the many universes on RPG.

Old Republic



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Character Portrait: Kiersha Asso Character Portrait: Senator Thames Nuruodo Character Portrait: Bennjin Dorr Character Portrait: Myra Haren Character Portrait: Irwin Fel
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"I have explained this to you before." Senator Nuruodo scratched the back of her neck. She wasn't sure what more she could tell her husband-to-be. If General Organa made a decision, then Thames had to follow her orders– she was in no position to say otherwise, even if she had wanted to. It just happened that in this particular instance, she saw no reason to argue. Organa's plan was sound, if a little insane. However, a little insanity might be just what they needed to turn the tide. It was worth a try, anyway.

This was the last she remembered before waking up on the Starbird to the sound of gunfire: The blurred look of her fiancés face before she left for the briefing. Her sister had been more welcoming of the news, but then, she'd be closer to home now than she had been in six years. Perhaps the Nuruodo family was expecting a visit. That would have been an hilarious ordeal to say the least.

Which was an odd thought to have during an attack.

Why were they being attacked again?

First things first. Thames needed to find out why she was on the floor, next to the seats she ought to have been sitting on. And while she was on that note, why did hear head feel like had been attacked by ewoks? She extended a shaky hand to the nearby seat, dragging herself to her knees as, beyond the sound of battle, she heard a noise much like an alarm blaring through the craft. It sounded familiar, and not just because it likely woke her up.

She had a vague memory of incredible panic, tearing herself from her chair as the ship shook, knocking her off her feet and into the table. As she finally managed to get on her feet, she saw a small spot of blue on the table which indicated that the memory was right. A touch to her forehead confirmed it: she was bleeding, although not badly. A concussion at most. Perfect.

For now it would have to take second place to her situation. She had to find the other people on the ship, and do what she could to help. Thames was, after all, raised in a military family and could probably provide some assistance somewhere... right? Right. Nevermind that she knew nothing about the ship or the equipment the rebellion used. Honestly, that's what you had luck for.

It took a moment before her feet would walk in a straight line, especially because the ship didn't seem to be standing still. Granted, it was perhaps a little too much to expect at this point, but Thames would allow herself that selfish thought. Her head was still pounding and she was not yet sure how bad their situation was.

"What in the freezing hells is going on?" she shouted as soon as she was close enough to the cockpit. "Who's attacking us?"

She looked out at the battlefield, frowning in confusion as she sat down in one of the chairs and reached for the transciever. "There has to be someone who knows what's going on here."