Oh you pretty thing
This was definitely some odd kind of trip. What had happened? Token knew, but she still couldn’t believe it. Did she really kill them all? Sure, her parents were there, but they were dead before hand, right? Right? She had to have. Right now, though, there wasn’t much going for her. She took her family’s ship, cleaned the bodies out… Even her parents, and sold it. What world was that even?
It didn’t matter. It was in her rearview. All that mattered was getting away, getting her head clear. She could get back to Corellia sooner or later, claim her family’s business, after all, there were failsafes if anything should happen. But crazy Force outburst? Was that covered?
Still, focus, blondie. Where are you going? Out. Out of the Protectorate, across the Republic and to wherever this shuttle was going to drop her. She needed to clear her head. And away from everything just felt like the place to be. Rummaging through her bag, the blonde, with makeup running, pulled out her headphones and found herself near the window of the ship, and was trying to make herself as small as she could. Denim clad legs up to her chest, black sneakers and a black tanktop, she was feeling down.
And that was an understatement. She was working on controlling her breathing, and making sure no one was looking at her. That was the trick, huh?
It didn’t matter. It was in her rearview. All that mattered was getting away, getting her head clear. She could get back to Corellia sooner or later, claim her family’s business, after all, there were failsafes if anything should happen. But crazy Force outburst? Was that covered?
Still, focus, blondie. Where are you going? Out. Out of the Protectorate, across the Republic and to wherever this shuttle was going to drop her. She needed to clear her head. And away from everything just felt like the place to be. Rummaging through her bag, the blonde, with makeup running, pulled out her headphones and found herself near the window of the ship, and was trying to make herself as small as she could. Denim clad legs up to her chest, black sneakers and a black tanktop, she was feeling down.
And that was an understatement. She was working on controlling her breathing, and making sure no one was looking at her. That was the trick, huh?