Who: Mirta Gev, Jaina Solo, (for now) What: The Grandaughter of Boba Fett asks a Solo for help. No she doesn't get it either. Least its the non crazy one. Where: Mirta's flat and later the Sanctuary When: After her convo with Jaina Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete.
The string of Mandolorian Curses that escaped the woman's mouth as she tried again to lift the gun to aim it. This was infuriating, humiliating. She'd rather die than...
She even considered it. But that was cowardly too.
Osik she hissed and tried to sit up
And the room spun. This was in no sense a good thing.
She had been sick more than three times in the last hour, drinking bottled water one of the girls from the club had brought her. Food hadn't been an option since the sickness had taken hold. She was starting to regret her love of that coffee stuff.
Well...no not completely.
She'd left the door unlocked, not that that would matter to someone like Jaina.
"Well Ba'buir this is hardly where I expected to end up, asking a Solo for help...Least its her...Makes me feel almost bad for what I'm gonna have to do once I'm better...almost"