Rune Shamalain
Glassjaw Geist
Honoghr was not a planet known for its many technological advances. Populated by a race of reptilian humanoids known as Noghri who were the cultural equvalent to an Atrisian Samurai, they preferred their methods of cohesion with their environment. Rune couldn't say he disliked this, but it did make catching a ride across the galaxy a bit more of a challenge.
His destination would take him along several major hyperlanes and trade routes and through a handful of newly minted governing clouds of influence. The way was not an easy journey, nor was it something for just any pilot. It would take someone with a bit of bravado, experience, star-smarts, and maybe a pinch of foolhardiness - just in case.
He'd searched through several outlying companies that offered private transportation on luxurious yachts and after some time of consideration ditched them entirely. It wasn't a vacation he was seeking, nor was he intending to sight-see. The need to get from point A to point B efficiently and in one piece was really the main concern. Comfort could come later.
So he asked around and that was how he ended up with the young woman departing her ship before him.
Cool blue eyes took in the woman with care, seeming to read her more than see her.
"Miss Starchaser," the chill of his gaze landed on her, unwittingly sharp for how casual it was, "you're right on time."
His destination would take him along several major hyperlanes and trade routes and through a handful of newly minted governing clouds of influence. The way was not an easy journey, nor was it something for just any pilot. It would take someone with a bit of bravado, experience, star-smarts, and maybe a pinch of foolhardiness - just in case.
He'd searched through several outlying companies that offered private transportation on luxurious yachts and after some time of consideration ditched them entirely. It wasn't a vacation he was seeking, nor was he intending to sight-see. The need to get from point A to point B efficiently and in one piece was really the main concern. Comfort could come later.
So he asked around and that was how he ended up with the young woman departing her ship before him.
Cool blue eyes took in the woman with care, seeming to read her more than see her.
"Miss Starchaser," the chill of his gaze landed on her, unwittingly sharp for how casual it was, "you're right on time."