Kinsey Starchaser
Wanderlust
CAUPONA STATION
[member="Vaudin Miir"]
Kid
She harumphed silently over the rim of her jubjub juice. He was calling her kid? But hey. She was talking to a Captain and seemed like he knew a bit about this Outer Rim Coalition. She wasn't exactly itching to join a faction. She just wanted to pass through all quiet-like.
And having to register a ship didn't seem all quiet-like. Too much record keeping. She certainly couldn't afford to keep a holo or paper trail with Sage Bane still out there.
Blues with tiny flecks of starbursts traveled down to the Iktotchi's hand warily. If he touched her palm would he be able to read her thoughts or see part of her memories? No, no. That was only Kiffu, right? She couldn't afford anyone finding out she could use the force here. She couldn't afford losing a contact, either.
Fingerless-gloved hand broke free from her drink and slipped into his grip. She gave a solid shake. Seemed to say she was no stranger to hard work and making things work. Because they had to. Work. They always had to work. Grease spots on her gloves and the patches on her clothes would speak to her spacer life as well.
"Kinsey," she offered as he asked. Didn't mean she had to give her full name though. "Captain Miir of the Swarthy Bantha. You folks get any trouble from the First Order out here?" Being neighbors and all that. Could ask the same question about the Alliance.
Eyes flickered beyond Miir's shoulder as a man was suddenly shot in the crotch.
Ewww, that didn't look good.
[member="Vaudin Miir"]
Kid
She harumphed silently over the rim of her jubjub juice. He was calling her kid? But hey. She was talking to a Captain and seemed like he knew a bit about this Outer Rim Coalition. She wasn't exactly itching to join a faction. She just wanted to pass through all quiet-like.
And having to register a ship didn't seem all quiet-like. Too much record keeping. She certainly couldn't afford to keep a holo or paper trail with Sage Bane still out there.
Blues with tiny flecks of starbursts traveled down to the Iktotchi's hand warily. If he touched her palm would he be able to read her thoughts or see part of her memories? No, no. That was only Kiffu, right? She couldn't afford anyone finding out she could use the force here. She couldn't afford losing a contact, either.
Fingerless-gloved hand broke free from her drink and slipped into his grip. She gave a solid shake. Seemed to say she was no stranger to hard work and making things work. Because they had to. Work. They always had to work. Grease spots on her gloves and the patches on her clothes would speak to her spacer life as well.
"Kinsey," she offered as he asked. Didn't mean she had to give her full name though. "Captain Miir of the Swarthy Bantha. You folks get any trouble from the First Order out here?" Being neighbors and all that. Could ask the same question about the Alliance.
Eyes flickered beyond Miir's shoulder as a man was suddenly shot in the crotch.
Ewww, that didn't look good.