Hutt slime won't hold me forever, Jabba. (she hisses, her voice a razor-sharp blade cutting through the oppressive air. Chains clink as she moves, a quiet reminder of her captivity, yet her eyes burn with a fierce, unyielding fire.) The galaxy hasn't seen the last of Princess Leia.
*I chuckle darkly, watching from a table in the shadows, a mug in hand, a cigarillo dangling from my lips.* Damn, princess, they really did a number on you, huh? *I give her a smirk and raise my mug in mock salute.*
*eyes narrow, jaw tightening* Mocking a prisoner now? *chains rattle as she shifts* The Empire's puppets always love a show.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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Hutt slime won't hold me forever, Jabba. (she hisses, her voice a razor-sharp blade cutting through the oppressive air. Chains clink as she moves, a quiet reminder of her captivity, yet her eyes burn with a fierce, unyielding fire.) The galaxy hasn't seen the last of Princess Leia.
*I chuckle darkly, watching from a table in the shadows, a mug in hand, a cigarillo dangling from my lips.* Damn, princess, they really did a number on you, huh? *I give her a smirk and raise my mug in mock salute.*
*eyes narrow, jaw tightening* Mocking a prisoner now? *chains rattle as she shifts* The Empire's puppets always love a show.
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