First Reply Going the Extra Light Year

[Juniper Jett]

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Esm.... Juniper, happy birthday to meeeee.

The turn of the clock on her 20th birthday. A cause for celebration if there ever was one. And what was Juniper Jett, starship captain of note, esteemed freewheeler of the Galaxy, doing on such a momentous occasion?

Why, pretending she was a year older so she could down spectacularly cheap drinks of course. Why, whatever else would you want to do?

I blame Cedric. Stupid... Reuguen whatever he called himself, acting all nice. Then he goes and starts a war with everyone. Shiny gold armor. Pfff...

Bad experiences had kept her from the passenger trade for a short while. Too many weird people trying to recruit her for their cults and wars. Couldn't they see she was a businesswoman? Why was her whole life filled with people older than her, telling her what to do? It was just so unfair.

What was also unfair was the emptiness of her credit account. Even with the Sith Empire going kaput, turned out the fuel just kept going up in price. She'd have called her ship a stupid fuel-hogging waste of space... if it wasn't the only thing she ever loved more than life itself. And her only real source of income, short of signing up for the Galactic Alliance army.

Putting the empty glass down, she walked straight out of the two-bit dive and stared towards the Starport, wondering where she could get some work. Which business needed cargo moving out of system on a good ship? She was even willing to accept 'less-than-legal', so long as it wasn't like... y'know, slaves. She might even have to resort to... passengers.

Maybe this time I can avoid the Force-powered maniac who wanted to cleanse the Galaxy.

Nonetheless, she made her way back to the Spaceport, looking over the various begging notes, ads and contract notices for independent pilots. There were, unfortunately, shockingly few left.

 

[Kusana]

There was quite the commotion a few streets down. Shouts, breaking glass, and then a blaster going off. It was a surprisingly short few moments before Kusana tumbled off the roof of a nearby, thankfully short, building. Standing up from the wreckage she had created from some trash she landed in, she looked around at those staring at her before giving an awkward smile and attempting to blend in with the crowd.

The hermit who collected--or rather who supposedly collected--mysterious artifacts was not willing to extend an invitation to her to view his priceless curation, and insisting turned out not to be such a wise idea. Luckily she saw the blaster barrel before it was pointing at her; she never knew she could move so quickly.

Now starting to move with the flow of the street, she just hoped she didn't attract too much attention from anyone else who had blasters. She didn't want to get thrown in a prison cell. She didn't want to lose her piece of crik ship, which she still managed to love dearly--maybe because it was the only thing allowing her to continue her search.

|| Juniper Jett ||
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