This is basically a thread where it's one long story put together by everyone by adding reply after reply. Please keep it detailed and fairly consistent, but at the same time we're thinking of what our characters would be like without the Vast Empire.  So reply away!



The rain pelted her, but she paid it no mind as she looked down the scope of her rifle, providing covering fire for the team about to burst in and take down a glitterstim dealer. The holographic scope overlaid the normal image, giving her a detailed idea of wind, rain, gravity, range, and everything else she would need, though the scope automatically adjusted to compensate for the changing conditions. She was using a Model 305 Long Barrel Assassin Rifle. It fired a huge round bigger than her thumb of superdense iron, yet was silent because of the electromagnets that launched the round instead of relying on more unstable propellants. That made the rifle nearly impossible to hear, especially in the rain. The only sound would be the transparisteel window shattering and the target hitting the ground with a thud when the round went through his brain and exploded. The round was meant to explode upon hitting the target, to keep it from going further and killing a civilian.

She remembered a while back when her friend had died because someone shot him, and the revenge she'd taken out upon the criminals that did that. She'd tried to flee, hating herself after what she'd done, and only after her father had talked her out of it did she realize that even though she had taken out all those criminals, she had also saved a lot of people by taking them down. She'd been temporarily suspended, but soon found herself perched on building tops all along Coronet, or flying and dogfighting the uglies often seen accompanying illegal shipments of contraband.

"Breaching the door in 3... 2... 1... GO GO GO!"

She watched a group of uniformed officers burst in and surround the baddies, and she had to shoot the blaster out of one of their hands. Once rounded up and subdued, one of the officers stood and looked out the window at the rooftops. She grinned.

"Your ten o'clock"

He turned and squinted, then waved. She stood and waved back, then clicked on her comm "Don't you have anything better to do than play hide and seek?"

She heard his laugh through the comm "Not really.  You do all the hard work up there"

She laughed and headed for the turbolift "Just remember tomorrow night, hun."

"Oh like I could forget our wedding.  Your father was only ribbing me about it thirty minutes ago"

"Just be there, or you'll regret it"