Saran Drast
Templar
Wandering had been nothing like she had thought it would be. She had just escaped slavery, a brutal thing, and run back to her ship before leaving the outer rim. She had no intentions of going back anytime soon. And so, she headed off to find someone she had last seen on Ossus, and had last served with on a mission of his design. It's odd. When you don't know where to go, and back isn't an option, you run to those you think may help.
"Defender-class, State your Intent and destination." The tower called out to Jacobs. "Tell them we're traveling through, need to stop for fuel, and I'm looking for an old comrade." She hoped Meta, or whatever he called himself now, would help her forget, maybe even a place to stay. She was out of money, and the ship's bed was only so comfortable.
@[member="Astrian Callus"]
"Defender-class, State your Intent and destination." The tower called out to Jacobs. "Tell them we're traveling through, need to stop for fuel, and I'm looking for an old comrade." She hoped Meta, or whatever he called himself now, would help her forget, maybe even a place to stay. She was out of money, and the ship's bed was only so comfortable.
@[member="Astrian Callus"]