Eloise Deceaux
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Her foot was asleep.
Thousands of pen pricks from spread toes down to her heel served as an unpleasant reminder. Normally she’d massage her calf or stretch her leg but the cramped space didn’t offer that sort of comfort. Such was the price of wanting to avoid your name appearing on some Sith record entering or exiting a starport. Such was the price of being a stowaway.
Go to Lorrd. Recover the bag. Make your way back. Simple enough job.
As for the contents of the bag? Perhaps it was filled with tomes of forbidden knowledge from the great university on Lorrd? Maybe it contained some sensitive incriminating document? Or just a hell of a lot of spice? She didn’t know and the guy who was paying her offered enough creds that she didn’t really care.
By far the hardest part of her task was sneaking off of a planet controlled by the Sith. It turns out the Sith don’t appreciate runaway apprentices who failed to complete their last assigned mission. Rather than charter passage off the world she reasoned it made more sense to find a vessel she could stowaway on.
After aimlessly wandering around the shadows of the crowded space port she eventually snuck onto a freighter preparing to depart and now was in the homestretch. Eloise merely had to endure the cramped space of a large locker for one brief space flight. But her foot was asleep. And it was really… really… annoying. One quick, brief, stretch outside of her hiding spot surely wouldn’t end in any trouble. It’d just be for a few seconds, walk a few paces and see if she could revitalize the feeling in between her toes.
As Eloise undid the latch she felt her balance slip. Whether it was from simple clumsiness or the deadened feeling in her foot the former Sith Apprentice went tumbling forward. Face into the metal flooring of the cargo bay, full on collision with a nearby container, and a rather loud thud followed the sudden exit from her hiding spot.
Seo Linn
Thousands of pen pricks from spread toes down to her heel served as an unpleasant reminder. Normally she’d massage her calf or stretch her leg but the cramped space didn’t offer that sort of comfort. Such was the price of wanting to avoid your name appearing on some Sith record entering or exiting a starport. Such was the price of being a stowaway.
Go to Lorrd. Recover the bag. Make your way back. Simple enough job.
As for the contents of the bag? Perhaps it was filled with tomes of forbidden knowledge from the great university on Lorrd? Maybe it contained some sensitive incriminating document? Or just a hell of a lot of spice? She didn’t know and the guy who was paying her offered enough creds that she didn’t really care.
By far the hardest part of her task was sneaking off of a planet controlled by the Sith. It turns out the Sith don’t appreciate runaway apprentices who failed to complete their last assigned mission. Rather than charter passage off the world she reasoned it made more sense to find a vessel she could stowaway on.
After aimlessly wandering around the shadows of the crowded space port she eventually snuck onto a freighter preparing to depart and now was in the homestretch. Eloise merely had to endure the cramped space of a large locker for one brief space flight. But her foot was asleep. And it was really… really… annoying. One quick, brief, stretch outside of her hiding spot surely wouldn’t end in any trouble. It’d just be for a few seconds, walk a few paces and see if she could revitalize the feeling in between her toes.
As Eloise undid the latch she felt her balance slip. Whether it was from simple clumsiness or the deadened feeling in her foot the former Sith Apprentice went tumbling forward. Face into the metal flooring of the cargo bay, full on collision with a nearby container, and a rather loud thud followed the sudden exit from her hiding spot.
