Well Nebula started life as a quick created character for a forum RP while waiting for SWTOR beta. She has evolved and is a softer side of that char having been tweaked for Wildstar and now in FFXIV.
Show Content
Here is one of her early entrances as the Twi'lek smuggler.
The intense rhythmic beat and trancing tones of an indi-mix dance track is cut short for the system announcement by the synthetic middle aged female voice.
“Nebu’la, time to wake up...â€
The silent hum of a starship in hyperspace awaited a responce...
“Nebu’la, dear it’s time to wake up...â€
The request is ignored while on some planets crops are dusted with vigor, and womp rats cower in fear of a wild child in an air speeder.
“Very well Nebu’la you know what happens next..â€
Crazy sounds like the opera performed by a hundred sand people flooded the ship, echoing in a cacophony of nauseating tones.
Nebs, groaned and let go the bottle of some spirits, it’s difficult to tell what sort as it’s hard read the label off a bottle rolling across the floor.
“s’off..turn it off! MOM!†said the small blue Twi’lek laying in the bed a now empty hand draped towards the floor.
The sounds ceased and the synthetic voice returned, “Nebu’la it is time to get up, we are coming up on the coordinates. Breakfast is prepared and the shower awaits your company. Rise and shine dear, credits don’t make themselves.â€
Nebs rolled falling out of the bed, and only reflex tumbled her to a stand heading in the direction of the refresher, where special modifications waited to pamper her back to life.
And so several minutes later a refreshed, blushing and stimulated Nebs all but skiped to the table for breakfast. A glass of Correllian brandy with a raw Marlellow egg cracked in it, a couple of dashes of a hot Dex’s sauce and a crushed stim tablet. All downed in one.
“You know dear, that you need to eat a proper breakfast with some ruffage and vitamins.†advised the synthetic voice.
Nebs sighed and answered the disembodied nagger,“Mom, we have been through this before, and this is the Captain's drink, and whilever he’s inside I’m the Captain. In fact if I ever get him out I’ll kill him and remain Captain. Now double check the guns and winged-dove subroutines. This should be a breeze, which generally means I’m wrong and will therefore involve shooting.â€
“All right dear but maybe something with a salad for lunch?â€
Nebs smiled and wandered over to dress. Leather jump suit with cutaways to accentuate.. well Nebs’ assets. Her blasters Lulu and Jezabel, holstered in a an entirely indespensable utility belt. Her hefty combat boots sporting nice shiny buckles and a vibro blade for good measure. Lekku wise it would be functional today with inbuilt sensors. All sporting special modifications just like the host.
The Captain of the Dancing Queen then headed to her cockpit with a feeling she was forgetting something. Something that would have to wait.
(source here)
The intense rhythmic beat and trancing tones of an indi-mix dance track is cut short for the system announcement by the synthetic middle aged female voice.
“Nebu’la, time to wake up...â€
The silent hum of a starship in hyperspace awaited a responce...
“Nebu’la, dear it’s time to wake up...â€
The request is ignored while on some planets crops are dusted with vigor, and womp rats cower in fear of a wild child in an air speeder.
“Very well Nebu’la you know what happens next..â€
Crazy sounds like the opera performed by a hundred sand people flooded the ship, echoing in a cacophony of nauseating tones.
Nebs, groaned and let go the bottle of some spirits, it’s difficult to tell what sort as it’s hard read the label off a bottle rolling across the floor.
“s’off..turn it off! MOM!†said the small blue Twi’lek laying in the bed a now empty hand draped towards the floor.
The sounds ceased and the synthetic voice returned, “Nebu’la it is time to get up, we are coming up on the coordinates. Breakfast is prepared and the shower awaits your company. Rise and shine dear, credits don’t make themselves.â€
Nebs rolled falling out of the bed, and only reflex tumbled her to a stand heading in the direction of the refresher, where special modifications waited to pamper her back to life.
And so several minutes later a refreshed, blushing and stimulated Nebs all but skiped to the table for breakfast. A glass of Correllian brandy with a raw Marlellow egg cracked in it, a couple of dashes of a hot Dex’s sauce and a crushed stim tablet. All downed in one.
“You know dear, that you need to eat a proper breakfast with some ruffage and vitamins.†advised the synthetic voice.
Nebs sighed and answered the disembodied nagger,“Mom, we have been through this before, and this is the Captain's drink, and whilever he’s inside I’m the Captain. In fact if I ever get him out I’ll kill him and remain Captain. Now double check the guns and winged-dove subroutines. This should be a breeze, which generally means I’m wrong and will therefore involve shooting.â€
“All right dear but maybe something with a salad for lunch?â€
Nebs smiled and wandered over to dress. Leather jump suit with cutaways to accentuate.. well Nebs’ assets. Her blasters Lulu and Jezabel, holstered in a an entirely indespensable utility belt. Her hefty combat boots sporting nice shiny buckles and a vibro blade for good measure. Lekku wise it would be functional today with inbuilt sensors. All sporting special modifications just like the host.
The Captain of the Dancing Queen then headed to her cockpit with a feeling she was forgetting something. Something that would have to wait.
(source here)
Char:Â [Nebula Stardancer] Â FC: [East Eerie Trading Co]
Link Shells: [Hugs & Cakes] Â [Witches' Wyrd Web]
