Asher
Former Vent Rat
The loading ramp eased down onto the ground with a longing sigh. Exhaust pipes spewed their fumes towards the ground like fog machines attached to a metallic whale’s stomach. Stray gusts blew through the locks of the girl’s hair and for a second she wasn’t sure whether or not it was the ship itself or the girl herself that was groaning at the prospect of having touched down on yet another prospecting academy’s temple grounds. The cloak on her shoulders swung about like a limp flag and a testament of exactly how common this sight in particular had grown to become within just the last few months. The clothing that adorned her lean form batted against her skin with gentle disinterest as her eyes moved in a circular motion at the mere idea of taking her first step towards a ‘new’ future.
There was nothing new about this. There was nothing particularly futuristic about the sales pitch either.
Really, you couldn’t willingly buy into the whole ‘max out your potential’ sales pitch after having gone through as many relocations as Myn had at this point. It was a trip that had started on Coruscant and spread itself out across several months and several planets in between. So here she was on Glee Anselm with little in the way of what the first part of the planet’s name would seem to entail. If anything it would be the opposite.
She carried herself from the ship and to the check-in. She gave the ship behind her a quick look over her shoulder. Much like the last few times it was just her who had gotten off here. Everything was as usual then. Her head shook and her eyes rolled once more as she stepped into what she took to referring to ‘customs’ at this point. That was to say the part where she had to ensure the people who she was by providing the security details passed to her upon entry to the Academy system.
“Papers, ple-” The droid behind the darkened glass window tried to ask before Myn cut him short.
“Myn Eris, Coruscant, no previous master. Stored in your data storage under Section C-one-two-five-five-two-one-three-eight-one-one-zero-six-two.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Age, twenty-one. Height and weight, one-point-seventy meters and fifty-six kilograms respectively.” The girl then frowned. All things considered, she had been through this before. “Was that all or do you need all the notes on my diet as well?”
A second of silence passed before the droid finished processing all data it had been flooded with.
“Yes.” It eventually responded and the girl groaned.
“Here.” She said, handing the droid her pad much like she had at least five times before in the ten months alone.
The droid looked over the contents of the pad before handing it back to the girl. The doors opened and she was allowed entrance into the academy. A deep sigh burst on through her nose. Here it all went again. How long would this last then? She gave it a month at most.
There was nothing new about this. There was nothing particularly futuristic about the sales pitch either.
Really, you couldn’t willingly buy into the whole ‘max out your potential’ sales pitch after having gone through as many relocations as Myn had at this point. It was a trip that had started on Coruscant and spread itself out across several months and several planets in between. So here she was on Glee Anselm with little in the way of what the first part of the planet’s name would seem to entail. If anything it would be the opposite.
She carried herself from the ship and to the check-in. She gave the ship behind her a quick look over her shoulder. Much like the last few times it was just her who had gotten off here. Everything was as usual then. Her head shook and her eyes rolled once more as she stepped into what she took to referring to ‘customs’ at this point. That was to say the part where she had to ensure the people who she was by providing the security details passed to her upon entry to the Academy system.
“Papers, ple-” The droid behind the darkened glass window tried to ask before Myn cut him short.
“Myn Eris, Coruscant, no previous master. Stored in your data storage under Section C-one-two-five-five-two-one-three-eight-one-one-zero-six-two.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Age, twenty-one. Height and weight, one-point-seventy meters and fifty-six kilograms respectively.” The girl then frowned. All things considered, she had been through this before. “Was that all or do you need all the notes on my diet as well?”
A second of silence passed before the droid finished processing all data it had been flooded with.
“Yes.” It eventually responded and the girl groaned.
“Here.” She said, handing the droid her pad much like she had at least five times before in the ten months alone.
The droid looked over the contents of the pad before handing it back to the girl. The doors opened and she was allowed entrance into the academy. A deep sigh burst on through her nose. Here it all went again. How long would this last then? She gave it a month at most.
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