Standard Day 27, Standard Year 19,866

Ancient places, ancient treasures, though not all as ancient as they seem. So I find myself here, salvaging, exploring, and weeding out the counterfeit from the real. In the process, I found more than I bargained for - a wormhole stasis capsule, occupied, with its' distortions set past five hundred thousand to one. Whomever the person in there is, they're old, possibly from the same era as the outpost this place once was - some far-flung survey post deep along the rim.

So, while he, she, it, or they sleep, I find myself in no rush, with time on my hands, a ship waiting, and treasures waiting for me to load them into the hold or on the hovercart. In the meanwhile, no reason not to indulge myself in some sword practice. My magics are a bit too dangerous to loose even here in practice. If I make a mistake, well, I don't want to make a hole in the place. It's COLD outside, and I like to be a bit warmer.

Me? My name is Mara Soori, Board Certified Magus, adventurer, antiquities dealer, salvage operator, and, at least for the moment, rescuer. I walk the rim of this huge beautiful galaxy, both to see, to learn, and to make a few credits on the side.

Mara Soori, adventurer, in her own words, Standard Day 27, Standard Year 19,866



All pictures taken on Dysfunctional Island, under ambient lighting conditions.