Too Many Annas

Arrens didn’t come back to the apartment that night, but Aely slept on the couch anyway. She’d left the armor where it was, strewn about their living room, taking a well placed kick at whatever piece was in her way …

First Arrens noticed that Aely had her working armor out on its stand again, next to the dress armor she kept around for special occasions.

Then he noticed it was being cleaned up, the dents hammered out again, the paint …

Master Sideth was not, in fact, entirely comfortable in the Drunkard’s Vote cantina. He was there looking for someone named only “Jeb”, a human trader of some repute. Just WHAT repute, he wasn’t entirely sure, but contacts on Coruscant had …

And so it begins – Aely and Arrens’ adventures in the far reaches of the Galaxy. It’s really good to be writing fic with Arrens again (to be fair, he wrote most of this, I’ll take most of the next …