The RPG of Dominion Space…
Mess Back over the border? “What’d you use to do back over the border?” “I shifted between private and public work. Just came out of a contract with the Dominion Government.” “Oh, sounds exciting! ...
Raina narrows her eyes slightly, studies Lia closely for several seconds, tilting her own head slightly; Lia’s mirror. “Not with Money. It’s something I’ve had for a long time.” She pauses. “I think it...
“Give you something. “Yes.” She remains motionless, palm extended with the box on top.
She pauses for a fraction of time, perhaps assessing that her comment about getting defensive may not have landed as she intended, but decides to move on without comment. She moves from the doorway,...
“So maybe I should have asked what you would like me to do. Cross my arms and get defensive?” She briefly alters her stance and crosses her arms, altering her face deliberately into an...
Attire Raina has chosen a sand-coloured pant suit, with soft-cut lines (rather than sharp shoulders or creases) and a wide, brown belt – possibly of real leather, and matching lightweight ankle boots. She is...
Mess Like us so far? “So, you’re from the Dominion right? How do you like us so far?” “I am. You all seem pleasant, so far.” She smiles at the comment,...
“Transient,” she repeats, flatly. Still softly, “Cinna is not responsible for any decisions I have made, and you should not hold her responsible.”
“Cinna is your boss,” she observes, maintaining her soft tone.
“Try this,” she says, and pours him a sweet Basi wine in a low-G-safe cup. Unlike any Dominion ship he’s been on, which maintain artificial gravity at 1G in Hyperspace, Welcome Wagon is running...
