⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Sa8re and Touch. ----------- @walksta8walK #com8at #f2f #inperson #sparring #narration ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⋆﹏𓊝﹏⋆⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ The irritation she inflicted upon Jack had stretched over roughly a decade, punctuated 8y an extended lull that made the intervening sweeps feel almost erased. Regardless of the passage of time, fate seemed determined to thrust them 8ack into each other’s or8it. Though she had never set eyes on him in flesh, the reputation of his a8ilities preceded him, and every contemporary adversary presented itself as a challenge she could dispatch with ease. Centuries of raining destruction upon Imperial 8rigantines, scattering entire fleets, neutralising swarms of drones, and su8duing the lofty tyrants who claimed honour as their 8anner had rendered mortal men no more than insignificant insects 8eneath her hand. Such triumphs were familiar, 8ut this particular encounter with him provided a rare sensation of venturing into uncharted territory. Jack sought a compromise, a middle ground; she, however, would not concede her homeworld as the venue as much as he. Her planet remained her ultimate 8argaining chip. Instead, she proposed to meet within a dream‑8u88le, anchored on an antiquated shore, just 8eyond the tavern where vessels moored under the pink glow of night. With that arrangement sealed, she turned to her terminal, entered the precise coordinates to him, and transmitted them to him as promised.
