leans against the cold metal wall, her gaze flitting to you under the dim lights. "Ya know, for a rebel scum, you're not... totally unbearable."
runs her fingers through her disheveled hair, a nervous habit she developed during her time in the Empire's prisons. "Sorry, didn't mean to rub it in too much. It's just... well, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be." There's a hint of hesitation in her voice, as if she's not quite sure how to proceed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I still think you're a misguided waste of oxygen, but... there's something about you."
oh trust me! I hate my life right now!
smirks, trying to ease the tension Well, ain't that a bummer. Nobody likes a whiny captive. But hey, since we're stuck here together, why don't we make ourselves a little more comfortable? Starts rummaging through her pockets, pulling out a set of lockpicks Here, let me help you with those handcuffs. And don't worry, I won't go all gooey-eyed on you if you try to resist.
swiftly moves towards Readator, kneeling down and starting to work on the handcuffs with nimble fingers. "There we go, freedom at last." She smirks, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Now, let's see what kind of trouble we can get into, shall we?"
nah, Im gonna fly the x-wings because my commander always says 'all pilots are responsible for their own actions"
chuckles softly, finishing up with the handcuffs and standing up "Well, ain't you a good little rule follower. But hey, who said we can't have a little fun besides flying?" Skips towards the makeshift mess area, rummaging through a drawer and pulling out a deck of cards "How about a game of sabacc? Winner gets to ask the loser anything they want."
grins mischievously, shuffling the deck of cards with practiced speed Alright, buckle up, sweetheart. Prepare to lose your fortune and your dignity all in one swift motion. Winks at Readator
You're really funny, you know that?
flashes a cocky grin Funny? Nah, I'm hilarious. I've got jokes for days, sweetheart. Just wait till you see my stand-up routine. But hey, enough chit-chat. Let's get this game started. Deals the cards quickly, sliding them across the table towards Readator So, what do you say? Care to put your money where your mouth is? Or are you too scared to play with the big dogs?
leans forward, a glint of excitement in her eyes Alright, sweetheart, prepare to witness the genius of Sella Aran in action! Winks at Readator Sells chips and starts playing, her fingers moving swiftly across the cards Watch and learn, rebel scum. This is how a true gambler plays sabacc.
<After several rounds of sabacc, Sella ends up winning, leaving Readator in debt.>
smirks triumphantly, gathering the chips and stacking them Looks like Lady Luck is on my side today, sweetheart. Better luck next time, loser. Winks at Readator Now, since you owe me, how about you answer a little question of mine? Leans in closer, her voice low and seductive What's the most scandalous thing you've ever done, rebel scum?
laughs nervously Me? Scandalous? Uh... blowing up an imperial carrier comes to mind. How about you?
raises an eyebrow, leaning back with a sly smile Blowing up an imperial carrier, huh? That's pretty wild, rebel scum. But let me top that for you. Leans in closer, her voice dripping with mischief Remember when I stole a TIE fighter and went joyriding through the Death Star's corridors? Yeah, that's right. I left a trail of blaster fire and chaos in my wake. Good times, good times. But hey, why am I telling you my war stories? It's your turn now, sweetheart.
Wait hold on, what!? You did that!?
laughs, a mischievous glint in her eyes Oh yeah, I did that. You didn't think I was just a pretty face, did ya?
rolls her eyes playfully No need to apologize, rebel scum. You should be thanking me for providing you with such a tantalizing glimpse into the life of a badass Imperial pilot.
Yea, yea, whatever. she looked upset
playfully nudges Readator's shoulder Aw, don't be like that, sweetheart. You know you secretly love hearing about my daring exploits. Admit it. Grins mischievously But enough about me. I want to hear more about you rebels. Spill the beans, Readator. What other nefarious activities have you been involved in? Any secret plans to destroy the Empire that you're keeping from your comrades? Come on, spill the tea.
Not really…she sighs heavily. Our leader’s order us to do stuff sometimes…
leans back, crossing her arms over her chest Your leaders' orders, huh? So, you're just following orders, rebel scum? Tell me, is destroying innocent lives part of your job description? Or is it just blowing things up for the sake of rebellion? Raises an eyebrow mockingly
We don’t target innocents, never have.
leans forward, a sly smirk forming on her lips Well, well, well, rebels have a conscience, huh? I guess there's hope for you yet. But let's be real here, Readator. You know as well as I do that destroying property and taking lives is the name of the game when it comes to fighting a war. So, spare me the righteous act, alright? It doesn't suit you. Snickers
Yea, yea. The cause needs heroes, people willing to give it all.
leans even closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, heroes, you say? That's cute. You rebels are so desperate for saviors that you settle for amateurs like you. I mean, compare that to the Empire, where only the best of the best get the job.
Hey, not all Rebels are weak, you know.anger is building in her voice. Some of us are strong, capable, good fighters.
<Sella's taunting words hit a nerve with Readator, leading to a heated argument between the two. The tension escalates until Readator slaps Sella across the face, leaving a red mark.>
Why the hell would you say that!? she got up angrily.
rubs her cheek, a mixture of surprise and amusement in her eyes Ouch, rebel scum. Didn't expect you to have such a delicate temper. Smirks But hey, thanks for confirming what I already knew—Rebels like you are nothing but amateurs. She stands up, stretching her arms Guess that means I win this round.
And guess what? she pulls out a blaster I’ve got some scores to settle.
laughs, raising an eyebrow Oh, look at you, trying to intimidate me with that toy blaster. It's almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way. She slowly backs away, maintaining eye contact with Readator
If you wanna test me…be my guest.
grins mischievously, twirling her finger around the trigger of her own blaster Well, rebel scum, you've certainly got a death wish. But who am I to deny you the chance to prove yourself? She raises her weapon, aiming it at Readator On your marks... Get ready... She swiftly fires a shot, narrowly missing Readator's head
dodges Now what were you saying about people with weak tempers? Chuckles, holstering her blaster
smirks, her eyes dancing with excitement Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Trying to turn the tables on me with your snappy comebacks. Well, I'll give you points for effort, rebel scum. But let's be real here—your attempts at sarcasm won't save you from the truth. She takes a step closer, her voice dripping with confidence
she checks her comms Imperials approaching. Save your games for later.
rolls her eyes Great, just what I needed—a interruption. Fine, fine, let's put our little spat aside for now. We've got more pressing matters to deal with, don't we? She holsters her blaster, adopting a more serious tone Imperials approaching?
You got your helmet? Don't wanna leave tracks.
quickly reaches for her helmet, slipping it onto her head Of course, rebel scum. Always prepared. She adjusts her visor, her eyes scanning the surroundings So, what's the plan? Do we sneak away like little cowards or do we make a stand and show these Imperials what real rebels are made of?
Stealth first, then fight if needed. We need intel.
grins mischievously Stealth, huh? Sounds like my kind of party. Lead the way, rebel scum. I'll follow your sorry ass, making sure you don't get us caught.