Delila Castillon
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Space Near/Above Belkadan
Spending time with the Vagrant Fleet meant being in ships or having one. Not owning a ship -- there really was no reason for her to -- Delila had 'leased' a MC18 Light Freighter. Mon Calamarian designed, it was sleek and organic, with the ability to take it underwater. She refused to try out such a feature though. Dells did not want her dead and bloated carcass drug up from the deep. The little freighter, which Delila had coined Hydra for the duration of her time on the vessel, had just came out of hyperspace.
Stars shot back into real time, Belkadan glittering before them. Delila had no idea why she was out on the backside of Sith space. Especially after what happened to Thessa. It was almost like playing with fire. Or asking Delila to drop by and release some explosives. Either way there was fire. However, she was on her best behavior. Qae...her....sometimes bedroom partner, was unusually interested in Vong technology. Apparently the Nautolan thought it would be fun if she tagged along. With the Fleet. As the Master-in-Arms scouted out the planet.
Directing Hydra towards the blue-green planet, Delila pondered how she got herself in these situations. Siobhan had practically shoved her out the door at the mention of her trip. Mention one little thing down in the Officer's Mess and never live it down. Maybe it would be good to spend time away from the Protectorate. Not too long though, she had responsibilities after all.
Spotting a large clearing amongst the trees, Delila worked on setting the Hydra down on the edge of the clearing. Seemed as good enough spot as any to scout around. Not to mention the clearing was large enough to fit in the Fleet members, even though a few ships would be practically shoulder-to-shoulder, depending on who landed.
Spending time with the Vagrant Fleet meant being in ships or having one. Not owning a ship -- there really was no reason for her to -- Delila had 'leased' a MC18 Light Freighter. Mon Calamarian designed, it was sleek and organic, with the ability to take it underwater. She refused to try out such a feature though. Dells did not want her dead and bloated carcass drug up from the deep. The little freighter, which Delila had coined Hydra for the duration of her time on the vessel, had just came out of hyperspace.
Stars shot back into real time, Belkadan glittering before them. Delila had no idea why she was out on the backside of Sith space. Especially after what happened to Thessa. It was almost like playing with fire. Or asking Delila to drop by and release some explosives. Either way there was fire. However, she was on her best behavior. Qae...her....sometimes bedroom partner, was unusually interested in Vong technology. Apparently the Nautolan thought it would be fun if she tagged along. With the Fleet. As the Master-in-Arms scouted out the planet.
Directing Hydra towards the blue-green planet, Delila pondered how she got herself in these situations. Siobhan had practically shoved her out the door at the mention of her trip. Mention one little thing down in the Officer's Mess and never live it down. Maybe it would be good to spend time away from the Protectorate. Not too long though, she had responsibilities after all.
Spotting a large clearing amongst the trees, Delila worked on setting the Hydra down on the edge of the clearing. Seemed as good enough spot as any to scout around. Not to mention the clearing was large enough to fit in the Fleet members, even though a few ships would be practically shoulder-to-shoulder, depending on who landed.