Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra

Well, what had started as a perfectly normal booty call with a tall, hot, Imperial had rapidly, rapidly cascaded into a chaotic long overdue handwaved canon-catch-up series of events, that had involved amongst other things, faking her death numerous times, a stint in prison, bad choices with explosives, her tall, hot Imperial becoming a tall, hot rebel, accidentally becoming a dashing folk hero, an attempt at one-on-one mentorship of the youth, avenging her Mom's death, and earning the ire of Darth Vader all over again because he was disturbingly easy to trick.

Oh, yeah, and cutting herself out of the lives of all the people she cared about because she was a terrible person who ruined everything she touched.

Aphra glanced at the wall chrono as she staggered into the house and collapsed on her own couch, as you did.

All that, and she hadn't even missed a single class. Well, at least she had the whole weekend to do nothing but drink and plan class.

[Heheheheheh]