The time is upon us...

[Pharcyde]

Today was like any other day in the life of Coronet, although not everything was as it should be... Just as the cantina starts to fill with patrons, a figure that has never been seen in our galaxy walks in and everything falls silent. Not saying a word or making eye contact, this mysterious figure makes his way into one of the side rooms. Nobody know what his face looks like or why he is even here... They only that he is new in town and has an atmosphere of darkness around him...



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[Ateth]

I'd wanted to avoid major cities if at all possible. There was too much of a chance to be recognized. With an Imperial presence on every street corner, big cities like Coronet were about as far down on my bucket list to visit as the Great Pit of Carkoon. But sometimes circumstances couldn't be avoided. I'd been forced to land on Corellia after some mynocks chewed through some power cables on my ship and I realized I didn't have the spare parts to fix it.

While the ship was being repaired, I lingered in the cantina. Much like the new arrival, I was seated in a corner booth off from the main room. Dressed in a pair of black skin tight pants that looked to be made out of overlapping scales of some creature that shine dimly with a pearlescent gleam, made for flexibility in movement while offering quite a bit of protection. Worn hide boots upon my feet that have seen much travel but kept impeccably clean. A black and silver utility belt with holster encircles a slim waist, complete with pouches to hold various items.

A dark sleevless cloak flows over my shoulders with the hood raised leaving much of my face hidden in shadow except a hint of long red-gold hair and vivid green eyes that calmly stare forward observing the room that seem to not miss a thing going on within my field of view and even some things that weren't. And what little of the pale skin of lower face and lips that was seen, betray no hint of emotion.

[Pharcyde]

A few moments later...

The new arrival sits quietly and continues to study the scene over the next few minutes. Just as he finishes off his glass of Vasarian Brandy, he is approached by one of the local patrons. Standing significantly taller than the stranger and much bulkier in build, the patron proceeds to question this new arrival. Demanding to know his name and why he is here, he pulls back one flap of his duster to reveal a modified blaster pistol that is ready to be drawn at the drop of a hat. At this moment, the stranger has two choices... Answer the questions being demanded of him, or teach the patron a lesson in manners.

The air grows thick as tensions rise between the two. Everyone and anyone who was in the cantina dropped what they were doing to witness what happens next. The stranger has been in situations like this before and knows exactly what to expect. The patron on the other hand, is accustomed to his victims surrendering and praying to live. The stranger has been fighting several years to remain hidden and unnoticed. He is already cutting it extremely close by landing in Coronet, but the mynocks left little choice. To be drawn out of hiding by a brutish thug is not what he had in mind when this day started...

[Ateth]

Green eyes catch the movement off to one side and follows the motion without turning my head to watch as the patron moves to close in on the stranger, just a smooth tracking of the eyes. Why is it that someone always has to butt in when they're not wanted with questions one doesn't wish to answer, I ask myself as the patron begins to bombard the man with questions.

There's always someone who thinks they're bigger and badder than everyone else, usually to compensate for a lack elsewhere. Crimson lips purse in faint amusement at my own thoughts. The question now was..did I step in to assist or leave the stranger to answer the questions posed to him or otherwise handle the situation himself?

A moment later the decision is made and I rise from my seat and make my way over to where the patron is accosting the stranger. My stride is smooth with a subtle roll of hips, much like the gait of a feline predator stalking her prey, and I hold myself with the posture of someone who had perhaps been in the military, straight backed and proud.

A single tap upon the patron's shoulder from behind "I think perhaps you should leave the man to his drink" comes the low purr of my voice. There's a note of subtle persuasion to my tone, just a slight nudging to his mind, though that kind of manipulation didn't work on everyone. It was worth a shot, right?

[Pharcyde]

"Look boys, we've got a brave one here!" says the patron in a heckling manner. The cloaked mistress lets the crowd enjoy their laugh for a brief moment before re-stating that the patron would be better off to mind his own. At this point, I haven't moved from my seat. My expression never changed, eyes still gazing about under the lip of my hood. The only thing different is my focus now lies on the red-haired, green-eyed beauty before me. "Who is she", I wonder, "and where did she come from?". "What drives this woman to step between two complete strangers when she knows they may potentially brawl?" I think to myself. As I was about to choose between my options, she had already approached the patron suggesting that he leave me to my business. I then am presented with a third option.

As everyone else is distracted with the scene before me, I take this time to sneak out of the cantina and head around to the nearest shuttleport. "No idea who she is, but that was a close one. That gamorrean was unusually big and just as unusually aggressive for his species. The least I can do is create a diversion for her. Something tells me she shouldn't be here anymore than me... and neither one of us needs to create a scene" I mutter to myself. After a few moments crouched behind the wall near the ticket collector, I make my way back around to the side of the cantina where a devaronean merchant has an awning setup to keep his food from spoiling in the sun. Not to mention the shade makes a nice cover to remain unnoticed. Just as I approach to consider his wares, there is an explosion in the distance. Not a massive one mind you, but enough to be seen from all parts of Coronet. All manner of security and civilians flock to the site as I expected them to, Leaving the cantina and streets mostly cleared out for my escape. As the crowd races toward the shuttleport, the mystery woman walks out of the cantina casually. "I assume this is your doing." She says. Without a single word exchanged beyond that, the two of us make our way to the starport.

As we start walking from the cantina, I suddenly realize that I didn't see the gamorrean leave with the others. I look over my shoulder and as the cantina door slides shut, I notice him laying unconscious on the ground. "Very interesting..." I think quietly to myself, "Perhaps she is the one I've been searching for."

[Ateth]

I'm not exactly sure why I decided to step in and intervene between the surely Gamorrean and the cloaked stranger. I could have easily left well enough alone, especially considering how important it was to remain undiscovered. It was simply an impulse..an impulse that could so easily turn and land me on my ass, however the decision had been made, my path was set and I would see it through to its finish no matter the consequences. A brawl was the least of my concerns.

"Look boys, we've got a brave one here!"

I let them have their momentary amusement, just the slightest flick of green eyes as I noted the strangers withdrawal but do not let any reaction show upon my face, no one else seemed to notice the man's retreat. They were all focused on the gamorrean and myself

"And what if I don't want to leave him alone" the surly gamorrean retorts "What if I think his drink would look better on his face and that you should come home with me, pretty" obviously he was too strong willed for my subtle manipulations to work on him...a pity.

"I don't think you could handle me" I say with a twitch of my lips. The Gamorrean's next move was to reach out and grab my arm and start trying to force me to the exit just as the sound of an explosion rocks the area and patrons forget about the conflict inside the cantina and start to flock out to see what was going on.

Taking a step in towards my aggressor, ducking under the arm holding me makes him release my arm and then I grab the arm once holding me, twisting it up behind his back "Nighty night" I lean in to whisper into the gamorrean's ear as my other hand comes up and gives a quick precise pinch to his neck that makes him drop like a sack of protato's to the ground. A product of my former employment...I know humanoid physiology intimately..pressure points, pain centers, pleasure areas. I know what hurts, I know what breaks and I know what bursts when hit just right. The gamorrean's not dead but I don't envy him the headache he will have when he wakes up.

Stepping over the crumpled unconscious gamorrean I exit the cantina and spot the stranger, moving towards him. Of course this was his doing and I say so. He could have just left me to it and made his escape but he didn't. That was interesting. I don't say anything else as we make our way back to the starport. The work on my ship must be done by now, and what wasn't done I could easily finish. When we come to my hangar I move towards it, whether he chooses to follow or not is his decision

[Pharcyde]

Upon arriving at the front of the starport, we are approached by a handful of stormtroopers. They don't look to be of any significant rank or role within the empire. "Maintain your composure, act casual...", I think to myself. As I finish my thoughts, I hear a voice in the back of my mind... "

Follow my lead. Don't say a word." says the voice in my head. It only takes a moment for me to realize I'm not imagining things. Given the nature of my work, I have experienced many things in the galaxy. It's no surprise to run into someone with the ability to communicate telepathically. I take a moment to recall the cantina, and trust that my companion will take care of this handful of stormtroopers.

[Ateth]

The sight of the stormtroopers approaching us, is something that I could have done without in my trip. But I don't miss a step in closing the distance between us and the stormtroopers at the entrance to the starport. It was no surprise to me that they were here; probably investigating the blast that my companion had set off. I'd just hoped that perhaps we wouldn't have to deal with them on the way out, but no one's luck holds out forever.

With that in mind, however, I could perhaps get us out of this situation with as little pain as possible. I reach out with my mind, slipping seamlessly into his. "Follow my lead. Don't say a word", comes the purring voice resonating into the back of my companion's mind. I hadn't initially planned on doing that, it was just a gut reaction. I just hoped that the surprise of my voice in his mind wouldn't shock him too much.

"Halt", calls out one of the stormtroopers, raising a gloved hand. "We're getting statements from all passersby concerning the recent explosion. Did you citizens witness anything amiss here, any suspicious persons within the last hour?"

"I am afraid we didn't. We were in the cantina when the explosion occurred and came out when we heard the commotion. I highly doubt whoever was responsible would have stuck around to admire his or her handy-work" I say, giving the troopers an amused smile.

Guess they can't take a joke.."We'll need to see your identification, miss" says the lead stormtrooper after glancing at his fellow troopers. I don't say anything for a moment. I really didn't want to have to do this, but it looked like my choices were being whittled steadily down. Flipping back the hood of my cloak to allow them an unobstructed view of my face. The cascade of crimson hair flows down my back like molten fire and the stormtroopers take a step back in obvious recognition. "Is -this- identification enough for you, troopers. You will desist and allow my companion and myself to pass or you will rue this day for the rest of your very short existence" green gold eyes flash like blaster bolts aimed straight for their white breastplates.

"F-..forgive us, Inquisitor Fittale..w-we didn't realize it was y-..y..you" the lead stormtrooper seems to be having a problem getting his words out clearly, stumbling and stammering over them as he scrambles backwards to allow us entrance to the starport. I nod curtly to the trooper "See to it, that it does not happen again", I say as my clipped walk takes me past the contingent. Behind us, the stormtroopers could be heard vaguely murmuring amongst themselves.. "Inquisitor Fittale....wasn't she declared MIA?" one mutters, "Who knows with those types..maybe she was on some sort of under cover mission and had to go off the radar.." another replies.

[Pharcyde]

"Inquisitor? I never would have guessed my new friend here was a high-ranking official in the Imperial Navy..." I think to myself. "This could be good, or this could be bad. Only one way to find out." I had been to many places in the galaxy, so telepathy was not new to me. I was more shocked by the discovery of my companion's identity. Judging by her reluctance to reveal herself and by the reactions of the stormtroopers, I would have to warrant a guess that the Inquisitor is either hiding from her pursuers, or she is on a delicate mission. Regardless of her reasons, I can only speculate as to what her goals may be.

I was born and raised by an old-fashioned family on Tatooine, in the middle of the desert with only 2 neighboring families. Due to the way my parents raised me, the only option I feel I have is to pledge my gun and my life to Inquisitor Fittale. From the moment she revealed herself and risked everything to keep me out of the stormtroopers' hands, I became hers. I answer to the Inquisitor, and no-one else.

Upon arriving at our ships to discover mine had not been repaired, I instruct the starport mechanic to dispose of it as I am no longer in need of my ship. With that said, I pay the mechanic what little credits I can for his troubles and proceed to follow the Inquisitor to her ship. As we arrive at the ramp, I stop and kneel with my head down in front of the Inquisitor and pledge myself to her. "From this day forward, I do so swear my fealty to you, Inquisitor Fittale. You risked your life to save a stranger when you had no cause to do so. If you will accept my service, I will lay my life down without pause to further your goals." I say with an unmistakably serious and sincere look upon my face.

[Ateth]

My walk pauses for a beat just past the contingent of stormtroopers as they whisper amongst themselves concerning me "You will tell no one you saw me" my voice was pitched low so that passersby would not hear me but to the troopers it would sound as if I were standing right next to them. The threat of pain was enough for them, they wouldn't speak..and if they did, I had ways of finding out.

The ship that greets us in the hangar bay is a modified Kazellis-class light freighter. The ship itself is quite rare, being that the planet upon which the Kazellis Corporation was based suffered a political disaster that resulted in the downfall of the corporation. I'd acquired mine from an old friend from my smuggler days who had retired and bequeathed his ship to me.

I pause in the middle of the ramp having not heard the sound of his footsteps following me up; turning to find him knelt there at the foot of the ramp pledging himself to me. Part of me wants to stop him from doing that, another part of me can recognize that this situation may be quite useful to me, and another part..a part from my upbringing is flushing with pleasure at the thought of a man kneeling subservient. My face, however, remains passive. A mask, veiling the tumultuous thoughts going through my mind in the moment.

"As tempting as your offer is, I cannot accept it." That might come as a surprise to him "I am not an Inquisitor..not anymore" those last two words were spoken softly and with a tone that hints at varied emotions and layers of history..some of which I might share if asked. "My name is Ateth, though for the last couple of years I've gone by Tiiona Dax. You're welcome to travel with me, however, your life is your own and I will not ask you to die for me"

[Pharcyde]

Unable to get over my intense fear of rejection, just hearing the word "No" sent me into a downward spiral. After a few moments, I put my blaster to my temple and pull the trigger. *THUD* as my lifeless body hits the floor.

[Maverick2002]

The sound of the blaster shot echoed throughout the metal passageways of the freighter, a chilling sound that is usually followed by more of the same….although for some reason, not this time.

A male human, around 6’1 wearing dark clothes, a loose fitting belt and a thick leather jacket was busy underneath the flight controls with a molecular clamp, trying to jury rig the rare freighter, then the shot was fired. The sharp sound caused the man to jump up and hit his head of the console “Damn it” he whispered to himself before taking cover behind the doorway. Whatever his original reasons were for being on the ship now seemed completely irrelevant, who was this person coming aboard? How would they react to an intruder on what must surely be their ship? Those questions quickly ran through his mind.

The man now had two choices as he saw it – the easy way, which involved an all out sprint from the freighter hoping the incoming person was too shocked to react or the hard way, always more risky but has the chance of recovering a mission gone wrong. This time, the reason for being on the ship in the first place meant that risk was well worth it, the hard way it is!

As the figured enters the freighter, the man appears from behind the door way and directs the barrel of his black DE-10 blaster towards the gangway “Sorry about this but….i’m afraid I’m about to ‘borrow’ your ship”

[Ateth]

If I'd been expecting -anything- it most definitely wouldn't have been the dark figure taking his life there in front of me! I've seen death, I've even been the cause of it in a lot of circumstances. Some of which haunts me still. But never something like this. Throughout this whole time I've schooled my face to betray no emotion but when the blaster shot rings out and the body crumples at my feet, an eyebrow quirks upwards and there is a most definite expression of surprise registered across my features.

I didn't have much time to really contemplate the man's reasons for blowing his brains out..the sound of blaster fire will have most likely been noticed and reported and more questions was something I didn't want to have to deal with. Grabbing the crumpled body by the feet, I drag him up the ramp and into the narrow hallway and it's just as I'm slapping the button on the wall to raise the ramp that I catch the movement of the figure stepping out and pointing his blaster at me.

Reacting on instinct, my hand extends in a grabbing motion, a tugging upon the force to get the blaster to fly from his hand into my outstretched one. If it works, a crimson brow quirks up as I look from the blaster and back to him "'Borrow'? Give me a reason I should allow you to 'borrow' my ship. Make it a good one"

[Maverick2002]

The gun flies from my grip and into the strangers outstretched hand “Whoa there lady” I exclaim whilst slowly raising my hands to the back of my head. “if I’d have known you were one of those crazy magic users, I’d have tried a different approach” a cocky smirk appears across my face “There are two reasons for wanting to borrow your ship, the first well…. I’m afraid I cant tell you but trust me when I say it’s more important than anything you’ve got going on and second of all, I think this is the one that will convince you” growing more and more confident as I continue “ while you were busy taking care of that” I nod towards the crumpled body on the floor ”I was in here fixing my custom made baradium charges to some pretty volatile pieces of equipment.” In one swift motion, I grab a small remote located under the collar of my jacket – the remote itself, tied to a cord which appears to be attached to the inside jacket “ all I have to do is pull and your hair won’t be the only thing on this ships that's red”

Felling somewhat proud of myself, I wait to see how this obviously important stranger reacts. “ I think I’ll take my blaster back now and we’ll see if we can come to some sort of agreement. I'm thinking you allow me to borrow your ship, you can even come along if you like, then once I get to where I need to be, you can go where-ever your magic leads you, no questions asked”

Now to see if she believes my story…

[Ateth]

"As you can imagine, I don't like to advertise" I say and green gold eyes give a little twinkle at that cocky smirk and comment about using a different tactic if he'd known of my talent. It's a dangerous time in which to be a force user, something I know all too well in my former line of work.

As he continues to talk, he's reminding me more and more of a former friend of mine from a life that seems to belong to someone else now, and I have a hard time keeping the smile off of my face in rememberance. She had quite a mouth on her too, as well as being overly confident and cocky.

"Okay then..you can 'borrow' my ship..." and here I pause with a ghost of a grin playing upon my lips "..but I am keeping your blaster for the duration of the journey" and with that said, I stick the blaster in the holster at my hip "..you'll get it back when we get to where you're going and you remove the baradium charges, because it seems to me that you won't necessarily need your blaster if you've got explosives installed on my ship, now would you?" was I calling his bluff? I do believe I am.

Gesturing with a hand towards the doorway to the cockpit that he'd been previously hiding behind as if to say 'Shall we?'.

[Maverick2002]

Releasing the remote and lowering my hands back to a casual stance “Good choice! Exactly what I thought you’d say” as I continue through to the cockpit. I suspect she may have known I was bluffing but if so, why continue with the charade – it doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m on the ship and about to travel to where I need to be - If anything were to wrong , I’ll figure it out when it happens, I always do.

There was something curious about this woman, I couldn’t get a clear read on her., why smile when I’m threatening to blow up a ship? I could tell by the way she carried herself she was someone of note, perhaps imperial but if that were the case, why all the secrecy. It was times like this that I regretted spending most of my time in the outer rim sectors where day to day politics and most of the civil war details were diluted by news of Hutt deals and rival gangs. Perhaps I’d have known who she was if I’d spent more time in the core. Despite all that, I didn’t feel like I was in any immediate danger, more relieved that I was making some progress.

In the cockpit, I drop down into the co-pilots seat and put both feet up on the console “Lets get out of here – you’re ship, you fly. Set a course for Nar Shaddaa once we clear the spaceport. Oh and do something without our friend back there, he’s making me uneasy”

[Ateth]

"You're awfully sure of yourself aren't you?" I was fairly certain he was bluffing simply for the fact that he seemed quite adament that his 'mission' was an important one, and if it was so important then why would he be so ready to detonate this 'explosives'? It would not only kill me, but himself as well, and that would put an end to his trip quite quickly.

There were some people who would die for a cause, but he seemed to be one of those rogue types whose only concern was usually for themselves first and foremost. He plops down into the co-pilots seat, resting his feet on the console and I simply flick green eyes over in his direction momentarily before prepping the ship for launch.

"What? Never seen a dead body before?" Oh I'd deal with the body, but that didn't make it any less amusing to watch him squirm. With a hiss and a rumble the ship lifts off from it's spot at the starport and we're soon leaving the atmosphere. Once clear of the spaceport I input the coordinates into the nav computer and rise from the seat. While the computer is calculating the route, I tend to my erstwhile companion. Settling him in the airlock and pressing the button to close it, mumbling something under my breath as I jettison him into space.

Returning to the cockpit, I finalize the calculations and take us into hyperspace. "Might as well get comfortable, the trip will take us a few days" I say, shrugging out of my cloak and tossing it over the back of the chair. Beneath the cloak there is of course the subtle sheen of what had looked liked pants before but now it can be seen is more like a jump suit. The scale-like fabric flows up my torso in a single continuous piece forming a sleaveless body suit of shifting iridescant hues within the overlapping scales. One arm bears a silvery armguard upon which is decorated with engraved markings and symbols, the other arm encased from shoulder to wrist in a sheath of bone armor.

[Maverick2002]

“Nothing wrong with being sure of yourself if you can back it up but…. I’m guessing you know a little something about that yourself” I respond to her initial comment before taking the seat in the cockpit “ oh and I’ve seen plenty of dead bodies, Its just I’ve never flown with one that’s staring right at me”. As the ship ascends above the cityscape, i cant help but admire the industrial jungle below us, it reminds me of home.

While the body is being taken care of, I dig into the inside pocket of my jacket, checking to see if the small cylindrical comm link in there is still present – it is, but inactive. As the lady re-enters the cockpit I nonchalantly put my hands back behind my head as to not draw attention to what I was doing, she didn’t need to know about the comm-link, at least not yet.

"Might as well get comfortable, the trip will take us a few days" she says while removing her cloak, before I realise it, my gaze drifts in her direction and I find myself admiring a completely different view, I’ve always had a weakness for a fine female form – I quickly snap out of it, hopefully before being noticed “That’s one hell of an outfit! No wonder you wear the cloak” I remark, somewhat tongue in cheek, “ So what do people call you then? Despite the slightly forced nature of the trip, I don’t really like the idea of three days in silence, what’s your deal?” While asking the question, I glance back down the corridor into the ship, trying to work out the layout. I’ve never seen a ship like this before let alone been inside one.

[Ateth]

"No, there's nothing wrong with confidence but it's a fine line between confidence and hubris" It can come back around and bite you in the ass.

I can't help but to grin while my back was turned tending to the body when he says that he's seen plenty of dead bodies but have just never flown with one that's staring right at him. The cityscape was quite impressive..though perhaps not quite as impressive as Corruscant, one of my earliest memories was seeing the planet-city of Corruscant when I was very young from orbit. I must have been about three or four at the time and it just seemed to go on forever. Layer upon layer of buildings and transports zig-zagging through the air-lanes, the whole planet a mesh of intertwined light. It was a big thing to me considering that I'd been born on the much more primitive world of Dathomir.

I don't seem to notice him checking to be sure the small comm link is still present as I return from disposing of the body. The outfit certainly leaves no question as to the slender athletic form beneath the formfitting lattice of scaly material and if I do notice his wandering eyes, I do not bring attention to his admiring glance. "It's a reminder of home" I say to his comment about my outfit. Especially the silvered armguard.

"I thought you said 'no questions asked'", I can't help but to snark at him as I settled back into the pilot's seat and cross one shapely leg over the other. That doesn't necessarily mean that I'm not going to answer him, however "You can call me Tiiona or Dax". That wasn't my true name but I didn't trust him enough at this point to reveal that. The layout of the ship was vaguely circular with the cockpit at the front nose of the ship and from what he can see glancing down the corridor of the ship, the hall curves around for about two feet before opening into a rather large common room that encompasses most of the center ring of the ship. Directly across the hall from the cockpit and common room is a ladder leading down to the upper and lower laser turrets. Behind the ladder another door would lead into the cargo bay and escape pods. Four doors lead off from the common room, two on each side of the ladder. Three of the four doors were passenger quarters and the other closest to the cockpit contained the engine room.

"I was on my way to Lok to catch up with an old friend until Mynocks thought the power cords looked tasty and forced me to land and repair before this little 'side trip. What about yourself?'" all of which was technically true. I wasn't sure how much of the conversation on the ramp he'd heard so I wasn't about to offer up any more information just yet if I didn't have to. He was a stranger to me and I to him, who knows whose ear he has and where such information might travel. It was bad enough that I'd had to reveal myself to the storm troopers earlier. I was treading dangerous water. If the Emperor were to discover my treason then I might as well bend over and kiss my ass goodbye.

[Maverick2002]

“So its TIiona and you were travelling to Lok to see a ‘friend’, if you say so” I didn’t doubt that’s where she might have been heading but having had dealings with Nym and his associates before, Tiiona having a friend there either meant I’d massively misjudged her initially or there was more to it. From my history, it was safe to say there was considerable bad blood between me and Nym and I wasn’t in a rush to head back there unless there was a very good reason.

“I’ll be honest with you, you’re a tricky one to work out. I’m usually pretty good at getting a read on people but you puzzle me – Firstly T, there is the two names and that I can call you either, fine by me but usually people only have one, unless they are trying to hide something or be someone else” I continue with my observations “ secondly, you’re obviously a long way from home so what would bring you to the inner rim, a ‘friend’ just seems a bit far fetched for my tastes and thirdly, you’re magic or force or whatever you want to call it, you’re kind are rare and you obviously don’t want to be found which leads me to think you don’t want a run in with the empire…which ties in with my need perfectly and finally, I’m not even going to get started on our recently evicted friend – whether that was you’re doing or not, it hasn’t phased you in the slightest so I’d say you’ve seen a lot of death, I should probably be a slightly worried but I don’t think you see me as a threat ” I stand up and head back into the living space but while walking off I remark “ So how did I do? My names Jadac by the way”

I lay down on one of the seats in the living space with my arm behind my head – the sound of the engines and the slight rumble of hyperspace has always been comforting to me – most of my teenage years were spent on a starship so it was as much as a home as Nar Shaadaa came to be – I may have been born on Telos but I’d never call that place home.
While relaxing my thoughts drift to what awaits back on the smugglers moon, anticipation builds for getting there but I don’t let my mind wonder too far, after all, I’m on a strangers ship who has my blaster and could quite easily get rid of me if she felt the need…