At Peace
Borosk/Recent Warzone
15:01 local time

War was awful. Shai would openly make that clear to anyone who said it wasn't. It took innocent lives, it ripped worlds apart and it broke families. But what it also did was make opportunities for her which allowed her to live so she tolerated it with a big smile as long as it kept paying. And as a gun runner, Shai always kept her eyes out for opportunities to make a little extra. One of these opportunities was recent warzones. Battles dropped a lot of fancy and rare weapons that would go for hefty sums if sold to the right people. It just so happened that a battle had ended recently on the nearby planet of Borosk.
With how early she was to the looting party, she had to be careful. NIO and SE forces would likely still be in the area so she had to make sure she could get in without someone noticing. Then it was just a matter of loading in as much shiny new toys as she could before karking off again and leaving the scraps for the literal and figurative vultures.
Her ship touched down on an open area and she geared up. With her satchel full of grenades and tools, and her pistol on her hip, she disembarked and started walking through the ruins. Her poor droid was running back and forth with funky new stuff that she spotted. After a while of scouring she took a breath in the shadow of a blasted out tank. She adjusted her goggles shielding her eyes from the dust and sun and flapped her shirt a bit to create some wind before setting off again. After defusing some hot warheads and loading them onto a nearby hovercart she managed to rig up, she spotted what could mean a lot of money for her. A dead cyborg.
Humming a tune to herself she wandered over and looked the corpse over. The poor girl was missing an arm and a leg...and it looked like she lost a fight with a supernova. A sympathetic look befel Shai as she looked the cyborg over...however there was something familiar about her. She wasn't sure how or where, but she swore she knew this woman. Kneeling beside her, she used the barrel of her pistol to turn the woman's head to look at what was left of her face...
Aerith Castiella