Casany Praxor
Anvil
There she was, Casany of Clan Praxor, sore eyes that morning from previous night’s merrymaking between nightclub of Anotha Cantina and the lovemaking in her ship. But now she was a sight for sore eyes. She got washed, got dressed, got armed and armored, helmet resting beside…trinket?
Guess he left it. The object was not obscene by any means. It was a necklace. She slipped it into her pocket. A memento for us both… Not that she needed it from the Zabrak man but it seemed fitting. Coordinates fit into her navigation system as provided by her partner, another Mandalorian woman, the Lepi she had met the previous evening.
“Su’cuy, Adi’ka Awaud.” Cas commed over. They had shared more than Vod-Ka, more than stories, more than music and dancing. Sisters of battle, they shared a spirit that most wouldn’t understand even though they had only just met. Most weren’t Mandalorian. “Line is high and I’m in the pipe. Five by five.”
Evidently Adi was the first to be in berth at the coordinates in orbit. This was no wharf of course. Space offered a freedom like the ocean did, a vast expanse, as their ships would be positioned to warp forth toward their destination. Aligning her Firespray named Hammer alongside her companion’s ship, the Parsniper Mork, Casany waved at her partner whether she could be seen or not from the viewport. “Hi.”
