The Spacepiress of Chaos
There were billions upon billions of stars in the Galaxy, with millions upon millions of worlds that one could call habitable and even millions that could be made so; yet few were of such legend or soft spoken myth as those that seemingly were 'lost'. History though has a way of making itself known, of making things that had been lost, found once more. A simple world as it were, lost for hundreds of years and found on countless occasions by the simplest of beings or even might war fleets moving through a system.
A blue gem against the black void that had at one point in its own history proven to be a world worth its own weight in precious gems and credits. A simple world that many were said to have 'found sanctuary' when they went missing or had not been heard from again. In the time of the Galactic Empire it was a back water world, hidden in the Mon Calamari system and used by the Rebels to hide those that needed to be hidden.
Now though as time continued to push forward it was a world of myth and legend, though it was a world that was worth the efforts to locate. Thus the vessel tore through the fabric of the void, dropping in a flash at the edge of the system. A simple shuttle craft, nothing to fancy or outlandish; there was hardly a reason to bring a Corvette or heavily armed vessel.
Quietly leaning forward, the woman's eyes fell upon the world. A soft smirk growing across her lips as she leaned back slowly in the seat. The shuttle slowly pushing towards the world, though what she desired was something else entirely. The start though would begin with an island upon a world of islands and ocean.
A blue gem against the black void that had at one point in its own history proven to be a world worth its own weight in precious gems and credits. A simple world that many were said to have 'found sanctuary' when they went missing or had not been heard from again. In the time of the Galactic Empire it was a back water world, hidden in the Mon Calamari system and used by the Rebels to hide those that needed to be hidden.
Now though as time continued to push forward it was a world of myth and legend, though it was a world that was worth the efforts to locate. Thus the vessel tore through the fabric of the void, dropping in a flash at the edge of the system. A simple shuttle craft, nothing to fancy or outlandish; there was hardly a reason to bring a Corvette or heavily armed vessel.
Quietly leaning forward, the woman's eyes fell upon the world. A soft smirk growing across her lips as she leaned back slowly in the seat. The shuttle slowly pushing towards the world, though what she desired was something else entirely. The start though would begin with an island upon a world of islands and ocean.