Epicanthix
Das Kno W're::: Somewhere where yo Momma won't like.
::: Shadow Port
Das Kno W're was a rather curious little shadowport. Let's just say that it lay smack dab between a massive nebula reminiscent of the Hapan Transitory Mists; it took some effort to find this place - b-uttt, it was worth it.
You got some black market goods you wanna peddle? Check! Want some hard to find Khetos flamin' hot chips that are lightly drizzled in spice? Check! Hey, maybe you've a dire need to do some odd jobs with questionable folk. Got you covered!
The entire place was a massive mining facility and shadow trade port, organic in nature and full of curious organic bits and such that peddled for top dollar elsewhere. Some say that it was Zonama Sekot's seed, left behind like some lingering turd floating along the porcelain bowl that was the 'Verse. Others say that it was what was left behind of some massive ancient Star Dragon skull. Whatever it was, it didn't matter.
What DID matter, was that this was the single port in the sector that wasn't crawling with One Sith or anyone lookin' to cause trouble. It was a pit stop. One that Choli Vyn was making as she pumped fuel in her little dinky shuttle.
It wasn't much. Just a tiny thing that was smaller than a Firespray. Enough room for about three people, but it got her to and fro from where she needed. Honestly, it was more of a large starfighter than anything. Certainly not meant for long term travel into the black.
She was here to pick up a package. Some sort of item that [member="Chloe Blake"] said was important enough to do a personal pick up - if she was anywhere near the sector. Knowing that Cho was nearby, the Warden of the Sky asked the teenager to please do the pick up and the delivery. Earn a few credits and get some experience doing some solo hyperjumps. The young girl jumped on it, for getting more and more responsibility meant she was getting more independent. She was learning loads too.
If she wasn't traveling to meet with the Nuns of G'aav'aar'oon then she was learning about the Matukai. One of the good things about having a Master that traveled so much was the vast amount of friends and tutors the young padawan had access to.
With a snap, Cho shoved the fuel spout into the socket. A good tug ensured it was secured. By all accounts, she didn't appear to be male or female, what with the swaths of fabric that clung to her body. She also wore a thick scarf that covered the breathing apparatus over her mouth, with thick googles shielding her eyes. A space Bedouin perhaps, but it suited her fine. Most left her be.
For now, though.... huh... A beep boop from below caught her attention. It was R2-D9, her Pebbledrone.
"Okay, we'll get something to eat."
[member="Saveair Calcotrzi"]