http://holocron.swcombine.com/index.php?title=Tex_Navos&feed=atom&action=historyTex Navos - Revision history2024-03-29T06:29:31ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.31.0-rc.0http://holocron.swcombine.com/index.php?title=Tex_Navos&diff=105956&oldid=prevLara Navos at 06:44, 7 August 20232023-08-07T06:44:15Z<p></p>
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</table>Lara Navoshttp://holocron.swcombine.com/index.php?title=Tex_Navos&diff=80882&oldid=prevLara Navos: Image Cleanup.2018-02-01T01:40:30Z<p>Image Cleanup.</p>
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</table>Kyran Caeliushttp://holocron.swcombine.com/index.php?title=Tex_Navos&diff=62180&oldid=prevFures Nocti: /* Familiar Territory */2015-07-05T09:08:25Z<p><span dir="auto"><span class="autocomment">Familiar Territory</span></span></p>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Given their recent undesirable experiences, both Tex and Lilith were growing tired of their roles. While Tex's lust for destruction and death was still always going to be apparent, the corporate environment and its less appealing corporate responsibilities were beginning to take their toll. Over a number of discussions, it was soon decided that [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] would close its doors as an official corporation, and become a private funded enterprise that would conduct operations when both the company and the clients desires. The loss of its corporate identity meant that both Tex and Forgemaster [[Lilith Delcroix]] would spend sometime away from the hardships of leadership and from the clutches of managerial bureaucracy. As the both met on the surface of [[Vorsia Companion]], the [[Diathim]] and the [[Kuati]] toured the halls of the Masterforge headquarters, setting a number of <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>frame <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">charge]]s </del>around the structural strongpoints, as they enjoyed their final moments inside the headquarters facility. As the exited the building, Tex tossed Lilith a small, compact detonator with a cheeky smile, before looking back over the building as Lilith pressed the small red button, initiating the demolition sequences on the charges, transforming the majestic building into a collapsing pile of duracrete and rubble. As she removed a black, cylindrical deatstick from a container in her pocket and placed it between her red lips, she turned to Lilith and embraced her with a warm hug, before boarding her personal [[Veltraa-Class Cruiser]] ''Incognito'' and ascending to the moon's orbit, with every intention of keeping in touch with her most trusted confidant. Reaching the orbit and free from any affiliations or alignments, Tex decided to travel to the nearby militia controlled planet of [[Denhui-Eight]] to drop of the radar for a time to gather her thoughts and consider her next move carefully.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Given their recent undesirable experiences, both Tex and Lilith were growing tired of their roles. While Tex's lust for destruction and death was still always going to be apparent, the corporate environment and its less appealing corporate responsibilities were beginning to take their toll. Over a number of discussions, it was soon decided that [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] would close its doors as an official corporation, and become a private funded enterprise that would conduct operations when both the company and the clients desires. The loss of its corporate identity meant that both Tex and Forgemaster [[Lilith Delcroix]] would spend sometime away from the hardships of leadership and from the clutches of managerial bureaucracy. As the both met on the surface of [[Vorsia Companion]], the [[Diathim]] and the [[Kuati]] toured the halls of the Masterforge headquarters, setting a number of frame <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">charges </ins>around the structural strongpoints, as they enjoyed their final moments inside the headquarters facility. As the exited the building, Tex tossed Lilith a small, compact detonator with a cheeky smile, before looking back over the building as Lilith pressed the small red button, initiating the demolition sequences on the charges, transforming the majestic building into a collapsing pile of duracrete and rubble. As she removed a black, cylindrical deatstick from a container in her pocket and placed it between her red lips, she turned to Lilith and embraced her with a warm hug, before boarding her personal [[Veltraa-Class Cruiser]] ''Incognito'' and ascending to the moon's orbit, with every intention of keeping in touch with her most trusted confidant. Reaching the orbit and free from any affiliations or alignments, Tex decided to travel to the nearby militia controlled planet of [[Denhui-Eight]] to drop of the radar for a time to gather her thoughts and consider her next move carefully.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Departing [[Anzat]] space, Tex returned to <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>onboard her assigned [[YV-666]] with a new cybernetic hand to adjust to. As the long blue haze of hyperspace occupied a lot of her time, she continued to analyse her left hand for possible improvements and adjustments. While her previous experience as a child had been working on circuit boards and lock breakers, she had a limited amount of practice on cybernetics. Tinkering with its vibrations and expandable inputs, she ran several diagnostics to interpret its efficiency, ensuring her artificial left hand was comfortable and effective. As she closed the various ports and slots on the hand, it looks almost like a regular hand. Returning to the cockpit of the vessel, she disengaged the engines and commenced a orbiting pattern of the planet. Quickly deciding that given her traumas she needed a break, she decided to board her personal [[X-Wing T-65]] fighter, ''The Delcroix'', and visiting a number of Trading Stations throughout the Outer-Rims to grow her persona finances.[[File:Tex-Creatures.jpg|frame|right|Unleashing her lust for violence.]] After a number of negotiations, she was able to sell the fighter in a straight trade with a [[Veltraa-Class Cruiser]] known via it's identification tags as the ''Incognito.'' After transferring a number of her personal assets onto the cruiser, she could feel conflict growing inside her. Political issues inside [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] were changing her views on the organisation, and her recent legitimate nature was causing her greater stress and anxiety than usual. Needing to release her inner demons, Tex <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">travelled </del>to the nearby <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Therenor<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>system within [[Falleen Federation]] space, landing on <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Therenor Prime<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]]</del>.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Departing [[Anzat]] space, Tex returned to Vorsia onboard her assigned [[YV-666]] with a new cybernetic hand to adjust to. As the long blue haze of hyperspace occupied a lot of her time, she continued to analyse her left hand for possible improvements and adjustments. While her previous experience as a child had been working on circuit boards and lock breakers, she had a limited amount of practice on cybernetics. Tinkering with its vibrations and expandable inputs, she ran several diagnostics to interpret its efficiency, ensuring her artificial left hand was comfortable and effective. As she closed the various ports and slots on the hand, it looks almost like a regular hand. Returning to the cockpit of the vessel, she disengaged the engines and commenced a orbiting pattern of the planet. Quickly deciding that given her traumas she needed a break, she decided to board her personal [[X-Wing T-65]] fighter, ''The Delcroix'', and visiting a number of Trading Stations throughout the Outer-Rims to grow her persona finances.[[File:Tex-Creatures.jpg|frame|right|Unleashing her lust for violence.]] After a number of negotiations, she was able to sell the fighter in a straight trade with a [[Veltraa-Class Cruiser]] known via it's identification tags as the ''Incognito.'' After transferring a number of her personal assets onto the cruiser, she could feel conflict growing inside her. Political issues inside [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] were changing her views on the organisation, and her recent legitimate nature was causing her greater stress and anxiety than usual. Needing to release her inner demons, Tex <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">traveled </ins>to the nearby Therenor system within [[Falleen Federation]] space, landing on Therenor Prime.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>With her once buried urge for violence now an uncontrollable lust, she moved through the various forests and jungles in her customary black leathers and an [[AXM-50]] blaster rifle. Encountering swarms of [[Acklay]], [[Akk Dog]]s and [[Boma Beast]]s, she mercilessly shot them down one by one, blood pouring from the various corpses which brought a big smile to her face. A black cylindrical deathstick pumping plumes of smoke out, enhancing her senses while she slaughtered countless creatures. As the beasts decreased in number, Tex began to move back to her [[Veltraa-Class Cruiser]] to clean the blood from her body. Closing the boarding ramp, she locked the [[AXM-50]] in a wall cabinet, before moving to the refresher to clean herself. The warm water cleansed her body, letting her relax after her violent nature had consumed her. As a soft towel dried her body, she took a seat at the table and removed a small compartment, tossing a small bag of [[Ryll]] onto the wooden surface. Knocking out a small mound of the white power, she leaned down and inhaled it up her nostrils, before she quickly leaned her head back and felt the hallucinogens grip her consciousness. As her eyes rolled back into their normal position, she stood and walked into the cockpit, engaging the autopilot to return her to <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]]</del>, before returning to the main quarters to take another mound of power. While out of control with her drugs and violent nature, she didn't care, and simply continued her consumption as she ever so slowly returned home.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>With her once buried urge for violence now an uncontrollable lust, she moved through the various forests and jungles in her customary black leathers and an [[AXM-50]] blaster rifle. Encountering swarms of [[Acklay]], [[Akk Dog]]s and [[Boma Beast]]s, she mercilessly shot them down one by one, blood pouring from the various corpses which brought a big smile to her face. A black cylindrical deathstick pumping plumes of smoke out, enhancing her senses while she slaughtered countless creatures. As the beasts decreased in number, Tex began to move back to her [[Veltraa-Class Cruiser]] to clean the blood from her body. Closing the boarding ramp, she locked the [[AXM-50]] in a wall cabinet, before moving to the refresher to clean herself. The warm water cleansed her body, letting her relax after her violent nature had consumed her. As a soft towel dried her body, she took a seat at the table and removed a small compartment, tossing a small bag of [[Ryll]] onto the wooden surface. Knocking out a small mound of the white power, she leaned down and inhaled it up her nostrils, before she quickly leaned her head back and felt the hallucinogens grip her consciousness. As her eyes rolled back into their normal position, she stood and walked into the cockpit, engaging the autopilot to return her to Vorsia, before returning to the main quarters to take another mound of power. While out of control with her drugs and violent nature, she didn't care, and simply continued her consumption as she ever so slowly returned home.</div></td></tr>
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</table>Fures Noctihttp://holocron.swcombine.com/index.php?title=Tex_Navos&diff=62178&oldid=prevFures Nocti: /* Floating */2015-07-05T09:06:30Z<p><span dir="auto"><span class="autocomment">Floating</span></span></p>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Ambling down the corridors of the ship, Tex passed over corpse after corpse riddled with blaster fire. Unable to tell if Volkov or Livintius had fired the shots, Tex hurried faster towards to sounds of combat to aide her friend. Unable to maintain consciousness at her fast moving pace, Tex stole a <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vacuum Survival Suit<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>from a large storage locker, using the oxygen from it to keep her mobile and alert. The high from the oxygen managed to increase her vitality, returning her to a combat ready state as she charged towards the bridge to find Livintius and Volkov engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Both were bruised and bleeding, struggling from breath from and evidently long fight. As Tex watched them battle, she hugged the wall to a small arms locker, collecting the <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Class-A Thermal Detonator<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>and a combat knife that were secluded inside. Sheathing the knife within her suit, she heard a scream, to which to turned to witness [[Livintius Var]] impaled on a [[vibroblade]]. At a loss for words at the thought of witnessing another friend die, Tex removed the knife and placed it in her right hand, gritting her teeth before furiously running toward Volkov. Removing the [[vibroblade]] from Livintius, causing the [[Falleen]] to collapse helplessly, Volkov attacked Tex, to which she immediately parried with her small knife and punched him in the side of the face. Despite the loss of a limb, Tex was still a worthy opponent. [[File:Tex-Vacuum.jpg|frame|left|Tex says goodbye to the ''Phalanx''.]]Given she had taught Volkov the majority of his skills, she was able to predict his actions to make the fight fair. While she sustained a number of cuts and bruises, Tex was able to kick the [[vibroblade]] free from Volkov's hand in a spin kick, before wildly slicing her blade across his chest, impaling him through the ribs in a final blow. As Volkov remained upright, struggling to breathe, Tex looked down at Livintius through her <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vacuum Survival Helmet<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>and saw that he had departed. Purely enraged by the pain she had suffered at the hands of Volkov, Tex walked over to a storage locker and strapped a <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>jetpack<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>to her back, before returning to the primary walkway to witness her former ally draw his final breaths. Reaching into her pocket, Tex grasped the <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Class-A Thermal Detonator<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>and began to run towards Volkov. Launching herself at him, she activated the countdown and forcefully launched it into his throat. As she looked at him in the eye, she whispered a last profanity at him, before kicking away from his chest, planting the blade deeper as she flew off him. With her arms behind her in a graceful pose, Tex felt the blast from the <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Class-A Thermal Detonator<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>propel her through the main view screen, into the vacuum of space, allowing her to watch her blast set off a chain reaction on the bridge that would destroy the ship.  </div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Ambling down the corridors of the ship, Tex passed over corpse after corpse riddled with blaster fire. Unable to tell if Volkov or Livintius had fired the shots, Tex hurried faster towards to sounds of combat to aide her friend. Unable to maintain consciousness at her fast moving pace, Tex stole a Vacuum Survival Suit from a large storage locker, using the oxygen from it to keep her mobile and alert. The high from the oxygen managed to increase her vitality, returning her to a combat ready state as she charged towards the bridge to find Livintius and Volkov engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Both were bruised and bleeding, struggling from breath from and evidently long fight. As Tex watched them battle, she hugged the wall to a small arms locker, collecting the Class-A Thermal Detonator and a combat knife that were secluded inside. Sheathing the knife within her suit, she heard a scream, to which to turned to witness [[Livintius Var]] impaled on a [[vibroblade]]. At a loss for words at the thought of witnessing another friend die, Tex removed the knife and placed it in her right hand, gritting her teeth before furiously running toward Volkov. Removing the [[vibroblade]] from Livintius, causing the [[Falleen]] to collapse helplessly, Volkov attacked Tex, to which she immediately parried with her small knife and punched him in the side of the face. Despite the loss of a limb, Tex was still a worthy opponent. [[File:Tex-Vacuum.jpg|frame|left|Tex says goodbye to the ''Phalanx''.]]Given she had taught Volkov the majority of his skills, she was able to predict his actions to make the fight fair. While she sustained a number of cuts and bruises, Tex was able to kick the [[vibroblade]] free from Volkov's hand in a spin kick, before wildly slicing her blade across his chest, impaling him through the ribs in a final blow. As Volkov remained upright, struggling to breathe, Tex looked down at Livintius through her Vacuum Survival Helmet and saw that he had departed. Purely enraged by the pain she had suffered at the hands of Volkov, Tex walked over to a storage locker and strapped a jetpack to her back, before returning to the primary walkway to witness her former ally draw his final breaths. Reaching into her pocket, Tex grasped the Class-A Thermal Detonator and began to run towards Volkov. Launching herself at him, she activated the countdown and forcefully launched it into his throat. As she looked at him in the eye, she whispered a last profanity at him, before kicking away from his chest, planting the blade deeper as she flew off him. With her arms behind her in a graceful pose, Tex felt the blast from the Class-A Thermal Detonator propel her through the main view screen, into the vacuum of space, allowing her to watch her blast set off a chain reaction on the bridge that would destroy the ship.  </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Alone again, without the aide of a friend, Tex lay helplessly as her body fell through space, hoping the straps on her <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>jetpack<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>would withstand the pressure. The blast from the [[Lictor-class Dungeon Ship]] had managed to hurl her towards to the warm planet of <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Raisa<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>within the [[Alderaan]] system. The lack of atmospheric distortion allowed Tex to fall towards the planet without the fear of being burnt to a crisp. As she hurled towards the surface, she activated the <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>jetpack<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>in gradual frequencies to bring her to a relatively safe landing. As she hit the ground of the warm planet, she lay helpless. Withdrawn from the blood loss and running on a lack of oxygen, her will to live was fading. While she still had friends back on <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>she could rely on, she had lost two of her closest companions within the space of several moments. Closing her eyes, she wondered if she was the walking death to all she met, or if perhaps she was destined to enter a life of solitude to protect those she cared about. As she awoke several hours later, she was in a hospital bed in Raisa Beta. While the majority of her wounds had received care and were beginning to heal, her left arm was still without a hand. Refusing care from the local droids and medical staff, Tex checked herself out from the medical facility and boarded a local transport shuttle to return her to the [[YV-666]] she had tasked with completing recycling operations in the [[Manda]] system while she considered her medical options to repair her damaged body.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Alone again, without the aide of a friend, Tex lay helplessly as her body fell through space, hoping the straps on her jetpack would withstand the pressure. The blast from the [[Lictor-class Dungeon Ship]] had managed to hurl her towards to the warm planet of Raisa within the [[Alderaan]] system. The lack of atmospheric distortion allowed Tex to fall towards the planet without the fear of being burnt to a crisp. As she hurled towards the surface, she activated the jetpack in gradual frequencies to bring her to a relatively safe landing. As she hit the ground of the warm planet, she lay helpless. Withdrawn from the blood loss and running on a lack of oxygen, her will to live was fading. While she still had friends back on Vorsia she could rely on, she had lost two of her closest companions within the space of several moments. Closing her eyes, she wondered if she was the walking death to all she met, or if perhaps she was destined to enter a life of solitude to protect those she cared about. As she awoke several hours later, she was in a hospital bed in Raisa Beta. While the majority of her wounds had received care and were beginning to heal, her left arm was still without a hand. Refusing care from the local droids and medical staff, Tex checked herself out from the medical facility and boarded a local transport shuttle to return her to the [[YV-666]] she had tasked with completing recycling operations in the [[Manda]] system while she considered her medical options to repair her damaged body.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>After several days deliberation, Tex thought it best to seek to aide of a friend instead of an organisation for her cybernetic work. Bruised and beaten, Tex stumbled aboard the [[YV-666]] and set a course for [[Anzat]] to visit [[Anzati]] doctor [[Kira Morbus]]. While their previous interactions had been sparse, Tex felt a connection to the lady and could sense their similarities. While Tex was in need to a new cybernetic hand to replace her loss, she also needed improved medical care and something to help with the losses she had just endured. Docking into the ''Anzatan Research for Scientific Excellence S-II'' Research and Development station, Tex manoeuvred through the halls to the office and medical centre of her friend, to whom she was welcomed with open arms. After their initial pleasantries, Tex lay down on the medical table and closed her eyes as Kira commenced the surgery. While the pain was immeasurable, Tex refused any form of sedative, wanting to experience the pain. While she gritted her teeth, she thought of the suffering she had endured, trying to forget the experiences. With a new cybernetic hand in place, and several [[Bacta]] patches cleansing her body, Tex requested Kira's additional services, wanting to eradicate the memories of the last days. As the [[Anzati]]s proboscises slid through her nostrils and grasps the memory banks of her brain, Tex felt lightheaded as information was stripped away from her in a feed. As it concluded and Tex's consciousness was returned, she tried to remember previous events, only to remember the loss of her hand and nothing else. While she understood that her friends had departed, she had lost the memory of their pain and suffering. Remaining under observation for several days on the station, Tex was left in the capable hands of Kira's daughter, [[Kryssa Sallos]] to care for her while she found her feet once more, adjusting to her new hand. Over several weeks of recuperation, the two became close, commencing a physical relationship which inevitably came to a close once Tex had concluded her required rehabilitation.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>After several days deliberation, Tex thought it best to seek to aide of a friend instead of an organisation for her cybernetic work. Bruised and beaten, Tex stumbled aboard the [[YV-666]] and set a course for [[Anzat]] to visit [[Anzati]] doctor [[Kira Morbus]]. While their previous interactions had been sparse, Tex felt a connection to the lady and could sense their similarities. While Tex was in need to a new cybernetic hand to replace her loss, she also needed improved medical care and something to help with the losses she had just endured. Docking into the ''Anzatan Research for Scientific Excellence S-II'' Research and Development station, Tex manoeuvred through the halls to the office and medical centre of her friend, to whom she was welcomed with open arms. After their initial pleasantries, Tex lay down on the medical table and closed her eyes as Kira commenced the surgery. While the pain was immeasurable, Tex refused any form of sedative, wanting to experience the pain. While she gritted her teeth, she thought of the suffering she had endured, trying to forget the experiences. With a new cybernetic hand in place, and several [[Bacta]] patches cleansing her body, Tex requested Kira's additional services, wanting to eradicate the memories of the last days. As the [[Anzati]]s proboscises slid through her nostrils and grasps the memory banks of her brain, Tex felt lightheaded as information was stripped away from her in a feed. As it concluded and Tex's consciousness was returned, she tried to remember previous events, only to remember the loss of her hand and nothing else. While she understood that her friends had departed, she had lost the memory of their pain and suffering. Remaining under observation for several days on the station, Tex was left in the capable hands of Kira's daughter, [[Kryssa Sallos]] to care for her while she found her feet once more, adjusting to her new hand. Over several weeks of recuperation, the two became close, commencing a physical relationship which inevitably came to a close once Tex had concluded her required rehabilitation.</div></td></tr>
</table>Fures Noctihttp://holocron.swcombine.com/index.php?title=Tex_Navos&diff=62177&oldid=prevFures Nocti: /* Now It's My Turn */2015-07-05T09:04:05Z<p><span dir="auto"><span class="autocomment">Now It's My Turn</span></span></p>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Relieving the mercenaries of an [[Imperial Munitions 22T4]] blaster each, along with several combat knives and <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Class-A Thermal <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">Detonator]]s</del>, Tex centred herself and adjusted her damaged leathers, before kicking the door control to the medical bay and heading for her shuttle. Holstering both blaster pistols, she quietly dispatched the various patrolling guards quietly with her combat knives, hiding the bodies in a number of rooms along the way as she attempted to remain covert in her escape. Evading a number of surveillance checkpoints through the use of the vents and malfunctions, Tex arrived at her impounded [[X-Wing T-65]] and initiated a power cycle. As she climbed into the cockpit, she sat and thought about what she had just endured. The horrors and pain she had experienced due to someones lust for revenge only meant that if she escaped, she would be pursued to the ends of the galaxy once again by Izrina. Smirking, she armed the X-Wing, firing one of her torpedoes inside the docking bay, punching a hole in the ship's armoury and various other support levels, cutting off the lower levels. As she climbed down the ladder to the docking bay floor, she opened the small cargo hold at the base of ''The Delcroix'' and removed her personal <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>RPS-6 Rocket Launcher<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]]</del>, a gift from Forgemaster [[Lilith Delcroix]], and began to move towards the bridge of the [[Imperial Star Destroyer I]]. With the launcher on her back, and alarms firing throughout the ship from her attack, Tex this time decided on the pair of [[Imperial Munitions 22T4]] blasters, quickly dispatching the officers that greeted her at each turn. Despite her skills, the odds against her weren't great and the number of troops between her and the goal would create quite a challenge. Regardless of the expected outcome, Tex continued her attack, executing officers and troops alike in a fury of blaster fire. As squads cut off the various hallways, Tex greeted them with several <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Class-A Thermal <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">Detonator]]s</del>, which quickly cleared the small corridors, making her task easier at each turn.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Relieving the mercenaries of an [[Imperial Munitions 22T4]] blaster each, along with several combat knives and Class-A Thermal <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">Detonators</ins>, Tex centred herself and adjusted her damaged leathers, before kicking the door control to the medical bay and heading for her shuttle. Holstering both blaster pistols, she quietly dispatched the various patrolling guards quietly with her combat knives, hiding the bodies in a number of rooms along the way as she attempted to remain covert in her escape. Evading a number of surveillance checkpoints through the use of the vents and malfunctions, Tex arrived at her impounded [[X-Wing T-65]] and initiated a power cycle. As she climbed into the cockpit, she sat and thought about what she had just endured. The horrors and pain she had experienced due to someones lust for revenge only meant that if she escaped, she would be pursued to the ends of the galaxy once again by Izrina. Smirking, she armed the X-Wing, firing one of her torpedoes inside the docking bay, punching a hole in the ship's armoury and various other support levels, cutting off the lower levels. As she climbed down the ladder to the docking bay floor, she opened the small cargo hold at the base of ''The Delcroix'' and removed her personal RPS-6 Rocket Launcher, a gift from Forgemaster [[Lilith Delcroix]], and began to move towards the bridge of the [[Imperial Star Destroyer I]]. With the launcher on her back, and alarms firing throughout the ship from her attack, Tex this time decided on the pair of [[Imperial Munitions 22T4]] blasters, quickly dispatching the officers that greeted her at each turn. Despite her skills, the odds against her weren't great and the number of troops between her and the goal would create quite a challenge. Regardless of the expected outcome, Tex continued her attack, executing officers and troops alike in a fury of blaster fire. As squads cut off the various hallways, Tex greeted them with several Class-A Thermal <ins class="diffchange diffchange-inline">Detonators</ins>, which quickly cleared the small corridors, making her task easier at each turn.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Soon reaching the Bridge Outer-Access corridor, Tex became pinned down by small squad of stronger troops, no doubt Izrina's personal escorts. Taking a hit in the left shoulder, Tex fell backward and struggled to maintain composure as she forced herself behind over. Out of detonators and with the internal cores of her blasters overheating, she was running out of options. As the two remaining troopers advanced on her position, Tex hastily surveyed the room for an advantage, an exit or a way to flank them. With her both the entrance and exit locked down, and no desirable escape routes evident, Tex crouched behind cover, before diving to the other side of the room. As the troopers fired on her position, she forcefully threw her combat knives at them, landing one through the chest and another slicing the side of the neck. As she hit the floor and looked over the recently deceased troops, she began to laugh at her success. The smile was soon removed from her face as she attempted to stand, as a blaster shot had hit her right thigh, causing her to bleed once more. Stepping over the corpses of the two guards she had just killed, she retrieved a combat knife before she began to analyse the door control panel. As the ventilation systems passed air throughout the loud room, Tex struggled to concentrate as she attempted to hot wire the panel. While she had great experience with hacking [[Imperial]] protocols as a child, she was out of practice and struggled to see the necessary ports she required due to the pain she was experiencing. Feverishly tugging at wires and hacking security protocols, she watched the surveillance camera analyse her out of the corner of her eye, before the door soon opened.  </div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Soon reaching the Bridge Outer-Access corridor, Tex became pinned down by small squad of stronger troops, no doubt Izrina's personal escorts. Taking a hit in the left shoulder, Tex fell backward and struggled to maintain composure as she forced herself behind over. Out of detonators and with the internal cores of her blasters overheating, she was running out of options. As the two remaining troopers advanced on her position, Tex hastily surveyed the room for an advantage, an exit or a way to flank them. With her both the entrance and exit locked down, and no desirable escape routes evident, Tex crouched behind cover, before diving to the other side of the room. As the troopers fired on her position, she forcefully threw her combat knives at them, landing one through the chest and another slicing the side of the neck. As she hit the floor and looked over the recently deceased troops, she began to laugh at her success. The smile was soon removed from her face as she attempted to stand, as a blaster shot had hit her right thigh, causing her to bleed once more. Stepping over the corpses of the two guards she had just killed, she retrieved a combat knife before she began to analyse the door control panel. As the ventilation systems passed air throughout the loud room, Tex struggled to concentrate as she attempted to hot wire the panel. While she had great experience with hacking [[Imperial]] protocols as a child, she was out of practice and struggled to see the necessary ports she required due to the pain she was experiencing. Feverishly tugging at wires and hacking security protocols, she watched the surveillance camera analyse her out of the corner of her eye, before the door soon opened.  </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:Tex-Boom.jpg|frame|left|Revenge by a RPS-6 Rocket Launcher and a stray Proton Torpedo.]] Remaining behind the doorframe, the nervous renegade [[Imperial]] officer fired her blaster towards Tex, hitting the edge of the door panel as she hurled inaudible profanity towards her. Patiently, Tex closed her eyes and stretched her hearing, ignoring the pathetic words of the [[Imperial]] and instead analysing her for a way to outmanoeuvre her. As the blaster fire continued, Tex bit her lip and crouched down, attempting to hold the pain at bay and remain quiet while she waited for the moment of opportunity. As she withheld her attack, Izrina's speech became more frantic, more nervous with each syllable. She she unleashed a flurry of fire at the door, Tex kicked herself away from the wall with her good leg, before dispatching her blade into the body of Izrina, striking her in the right breast, penetrating her lung. As the officer collapsed against a computer panel, she looked back at Tex as she gasped for air, unable to lift her blaster and return fire. Slowly, Tex stood up with a smile and looked at the dying renegade from the doorway. Slowing removing her <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>RPS-6 Rocket Launcher<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>from her back, she primed it and flung it on her shoulder. Without a word, she felt her hand twitch and launch the rocket as a smirk graced her face, and she watched as the incendiary device shot towards Izrina, before detonating into her flesh, transforming into a wide array of burning fluid projectiles, along with a large portion of the central computer console. Disarming the empty launcher, Tex flung it back over her shoulder and slowly hobbled back towards her [[X-Wing T-65]].</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[File:Tex-Boom.jpg|frame|left|Revenge by a RPS-6 Rocket Launcher and a stray Proton Torpedo.]] Remaining behind the doorframe, the nervous renegade [[Imperial]] officer fired her blaster towards Tex, hitting the edge of the door panel as she hurled inaudible profanity towards her. Patiently, Tex closed her eyes and stretched her hearing, ignoring the pathetic words of the [[Imperial]] and instead analysing her for a way to outmanoeuvre her. As the blaster fire continued, Tex bit her lip and crouched down, attempting to hold the pain at bay and remain quiet while she waited for the moment of opportunity. As she withheld her attack, Izrina's speech became more frantic, more nervous with each syllable. She she unleashed a flurry of fire at the door, Tex kicked herself away from the wall with her good leg, before dispatching her blade into the body of Izrina, striking her in the right breast, penetrating her lung. As the officer collapsed against a computer panel, she looked back at Tex as she gasped for air, unable to lift her blaster and return fire. Slowly, Tex stood up with a smile and looked at the dying renegade from the doorway. Slowing removing her RPS-6 Rocket Launcher from her back, she primed it and flung it on her shoulder. Without a word, she felt her hand twitch and launch the rocket as a smirk graced her face, and she watched as the incendiary device shot towards Izrina, before detonating into her flesh, transforming into a wide array of burning fluid projectiles, along with a large portion of the central computer console. Disarming the empty launcher, Tex flung it back over her shoulder and slowly hobbled back towards her [[X-Wing T-65]].</div></td></tr>
<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"></td></tr>
<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As various parts of the ship begin to raise automated malfunction alarms, Tex knew the ship would soon go critical and that time aboard the [[Imperial Star Destroyer I]] was short. Having trapped the remainder of the hostile forces on the lower decks, she easily made it back to her ship by using the main passageways, and quickly disembarked the docking bay. As she moved away from the large vessel, she noticed a number of explosions began to rip through it. From the bridge to a number of lower docking bays, the explosions grew in size. As the ship began to loose its gravitational fields and fall, two [[TIE/ln Starfighter]]s escaped the barrage from the lower docking bay and commenced pursuit. Using her shields, Tex allowed the [[TIE/ln Starfighter]]s to overshoot her as she slowed to a halt, before unleashing a barrage of fire from the ship's heavy laser batteries, swiftly destroying the renegade [[Imperial]] fighters. Ripping parts of her leathers from her body, Tex attempted to patch her two more extreme wounds as she entered the coordinates to her [[YV-666]] into the computer. With the coordinates entered, Tex engaged the hyperdrive engines as left the system as the [[Imperial Star Destroyer I]] critically failed and exploded an array of scrap throughout the <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Shulstine<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>system.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As various parts of the ship begin to raise automated malfunction alarms, Tex knew the ship would soon go critical and that time aboard the [[Imperial Star Destroyer I]] was short. Having trapped the remainder of the hostile forces on the lower decks, she easily made it back to her ship by using the main passageways, and quickly disembarked the docking bay. As she moved away from the large vessel, she noticed a number of explosions began to rip through it. From the bridge to a number of lower docking bays, the explosions grew in size. As the ship began to loose its gravitational fields and fall, two [[TIE/ln Starfighter]]s escaped the barrage from the lower docking bay and commenced pursuit. Using her shields, Tex allowed the [[TIE/ln Starfighter]]s to overshoot her as she slowed to a halt, before unleashing a barrage of fire from the ship's heavy laser batteries, swiftly destroying the renegade [[Imperial]] fighters. Ripping parts of her leathers from her body, Tex attempted to patch her two more extreme wounds as she entered the coordinates to her [[YV-666]] into the computer. With the coordinates entered, Tex engaged the hyperdrive engines as left the system as the [[Imperial Star Destroyer I]] critically failed and exploded an array of scrap throughout the Shulstine system.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Exiting hyperspace, Tex quickly docked within the assigned [[YV-666]] and plotted a course back to <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]]</del>. As the capital-class ship entered hyperspeed, Tex moved to the rear of the ship and began to administer first-aid. While the two blaster wounds weren't severe, they were still rather painful. Fumbling through her personal belongings, she poured herself a large glass of [[Kuati]] Whiskey and placed a black cylindrical deathstick between her lips. As she ignited it and exhaled a plume of smoke from her lungs, she soon felt more relaxed and subdued from the pain, allowing her to stitch up her wounds temporarily until she could return to <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]]</del>. With her wounds contained and wrapped, she turned her attention to the brand placed on her back. Looking in the mirror, she witnessed the emblem and felt rage and disgust grip her consciousness. Despite overcoming unlikely odds and defeating her enemies, she still felt at a loss given what they had done to her once fair skin. Unwilling to wear the brand for even a moment longer, Tex grasped a <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Laser Scalpel<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>and began to remove the [[Imperial]] emblem burnt into her back. While operating over her shoulder and under the influence of both alcohol and drugs, she was still able to remove the brand from her skin, but now had to wear a small cylindrical scar on her skin for the remainder of her life. Stripping out of her leathers, she put on a pair of loose black pants and a [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] hoodie located within an adjacent closet. While not used to wearing such casual attire, she was bruised, bloody and now burnt, an appearance she didn't require anyone to bear witness to.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Exiting hyperspace, Tex quickly docked within the assigned [[YV-666]] and plotted a course back to Vorsia. As the capital-class ship entered hyperspeed, Tex moved to the rear of the ship and began to administer first-aid. While the two blaster wounds weren't severe, they were still rather painful. Fumbling through her personal belongings, she poured herself a large glass of [[Kuati]] Whiskey and placed a black cylindrical deathstick between her lips. As she ignited it and exhaled a plume of smoke from her lungs, she soon felt more relaxed and subdued from the pain, allowing her to stitch up her wounds temporarily until she could return to Vorsia. With her wounds contained and wrapped, she turned her attention to the brand placed on her back. Looking in the mirror, she witnessed the emblem and felt rage and disgust grip her consciousness. Despite overcoming unlikely odds and defeating her enemies, she still felt at a loss given what they had done to her once fair skin. Unwilling to wear the brand for even a moment longer, Tex grasped a Laser Scalpel and began to remove the [[Imperial]] emblem burnt into her back. While operating over her shoulder and under the influence of both alcohol and drugs, she was still able to remove the brand from her skin, but now had to wear a small cylindrical scar on her skin for the remainder of her life. Stripping out of her leathers, she put on a pair of loose black pants and a [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] hoodie located within an adjacent closet. While not used to wearing such casual attire, she was bruised, bloody and now burnt, an appearance she didn't require anyone to bear witness to.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As the [[YV-666]] exited hyperspeed in <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]]</del>, Tex removed the wreckers into one of the orbiting storage stations, before docking her personal [[X-Wing T-65]] into the orbiting [[Hospital Platform XQ-2]], the ''Orbital Sanctuary'' and checking into the hospital facility under an alias. While a prominent figure within [[Dark Skies Gearworks]], the various bruises on her, along with the wounds and the hoodie draped over her head meant she was barely recognisable. [[File:Tex-Dossier.png|frame|right|Analysing the dossier of the [[Falleen]], [[Livintius Var]].]]Despite her hatred of droids, Tex allowed a number of [[FX-7]] medical droids tend to her wounds. Spending a number of days under observation, she recuperated to a standard that could then be managed by the use of drugs and alcohol, and removed herself from the hospital station against doctor's advice. Undocking her vessel, she moved herself down to [[Vorsia Companion]], where she travelled to the city of Angel Falls, knocking on the door of [[Quora Preves]], who was immediately worried and concerned. Spending several days with Quora allowed Tex to explain the entire story to someone while resting and recuperating in the comfort of a friend. As the hatred and displeasure began to flow out of her as she spent more time with Quora, she began to return to a state of happiness as she shared her bed, before thanking her for the accommodation and returning back to the headquarters of [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] to bury herself in administrative work, away from other prying eyes of sentients.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As the [[YV-666]] exited hyperspeed in Vorsia, Tex removed the wreckers into one of the orbiting storage stations, before docking her personal [[X-Wing T-65]] into the orbiting [[Hospital Platform XQ-2]], the ''Orbital Sanctuary'' and checking into the hospital facility under an alias. While a prominent figure within [[Dark Skies Gearworks]], the various bruises on her, along with the wounds and the hoodie draped over her head meant she was barely recognisable. [[File:Tex-Dossier.png|frame|right|Analysing the dossier of the [[Falleen]], [[Livintius Var]].]]Despite her hatred of droids, Tex allowed a number of [[FX-7]] medical droids tend to her wounds. Spending a number of days under observation, she recuperated to a standard that could then be managed by the use of drugs and alcohol, and removed herself from the hospital station against doctor's advice. Undocking her vessel, she moved herself down to [[Vorsia Companion]], where she travelled to the city of Angel Falls, knocking on the door of [[Quora Preves]], who was immediately worried and concerned. Spending several days with Quora allowed Tex to explain the entire story to someone while resting and recuperating in the comfort of a friend. As the hatred and displeasure began to flow out of her as she spent more time with Quora, she began to return to a state of happiness as she shared her bed, before thanking her for the accommodation and returning back to the headquarters of [[Dark Skies Gearworks]] to bury herself in administrative work, away from other prying eyes of sentients.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'>−</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The hyperspace journey back to <del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">[[</del>Vorsia<del class="diffchange diffchange-inline">]] </del>was slow. Tex turned the engines down to prolong the journey and spare her from the inevitable awkwardness the would ensue upon her arrival. Still covered in blood from her battle with Rina, Tex spent a large amount of the journey in her personal refresher cleaning herself, before the autopilot disengaged upon entry to the system. As Tex landed the shuttle and passed control over to a newly initiated acolyte, [[Augustus Hawkes]], Tex returned the capital building to collect various items from her office. While Lilith was occupied offworld, Tex removed various essentials including a sizeable amount of alcohol and [[Ryll]] from a hidden compartment within her desk and headed to the bowels of the capital. For a number of days Tex found herself moving between bars and taverns, drowning her sorrows while fuelling her growing desire for deathsticks. As her frustration and anger continued to grow with each beverage, she would inevitable cause trouble, fighting various patrons that looked at her with a disconcerting look. As the skin from her knuckles continued to fall away with each punch, she would compensate with another drink to numb the pain.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'>+</td><td style="color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The hyperspace journey back to Vorsia was slow. Tex turned the engines down to prolong the journey and spare her from the inevitable awkwardness the would ensue upon her arrival. Still covered in blood from her battle with Rina, Tex spent a large amount of the journey in her personal refresher cleaning herself, before the autopilot disengaged upon entry to the system. As Tex landed the shuttle and passed control over to a newly initiated acolyte, [[Augustus Hawkes]], Tex returned the capital building to collect various items from her office. While Lilith was occupied offworld, Tex removed various essentials including a sizeable amount of alcohol and [[Ryll]] from a hidden compartment within her desk and headed to the bowels of the capital. For a number of days Tex found herself moving between bars and taverns, drowning her sorrows while fuelling her growing desire for deathsticks. As her frustration and anger continued to grow with each beverage, she would inevitable cause trouble, fighting various patrons that looked at her with a disconcerting look. As the skin from her knuckles continued to fall away with each punch, she would compensate with another drink to numb the pain.</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Her life had turned upside down, her trusted friends had either died by her hand or taken up league with another, and her prospects were falling back towards a previous life of crime and promiscuousness, instead of a calm and soothing lifestyle. After a sixth straight day and night of boozing and hitting [[Ryll]], she eventually awoke in strange building. Her head pounding as if a [[Bantha]] had sat on it, she looked around to try and figure out how she had arrived in such a place, or remember anything from the previous days adventures. Her hand strapped in ice and her customary leathers replaced with a silk robe, Tex wondered where everything had gone. As she stood up and looked out the large window of the building, a lone woman walked into the room and identified herself as [[Quora Preves]]. The red headed beauty had been observing Tex for a number of days as she got into trouble with various fights, even participating in a sexual adventure Tex had undertaken with a now unknown [[Corellian]] traveller. Surprised at her lack of memory of the events, Tex simply shrugged as she watched the beauty explain current events. Curious about their previous adventure, Tex spent the rest of the day with Quora, allowing them to rekindle lost time and share an intimate experience.</div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #222; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Her life had turned upside down, her trusted friends had either died by her hand or taken up league with another, and her prospects were falling back towards a previous life of crime and promiscuousness, instead of a calm and soothing lifestyle. After a sixth straight day and night of boozing and hitting [[Ryll]], she eventually awoke in strange building. Her head pounding as if a [[Bantha]] had sat on it, she looked around to try and figure out how she had arrived in such a place, or remember anything from the previous days adventures. Her hand strapped in ice and her customary leathers replaced with a silk robe, Tex wondered where everything had gone. As she stood up and looked out the large window of the building, a lone woman walked into the room and identified herself as [[Quora Preves]]. The red headed beauty had been observing Tex for a number of days as she got into trouble with various fights, even participating in a sexual adventure Tex had undertaken with a now unknown [[Corellian]] traveller. Surprised at her lack of memory of the events, Tex simply shrugged as she watched the beauty explain current events. Curious about their previous adventure, Tex spent the rest of the day with Quora, allowing them to rekindle lost time and share an intimate experience.</div></td></tr>
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