A Simpler Life
Things had been busy for Kaalia. Up until recently that would've meant she had many missions given to her by the Ren and nothing more, but now that was very much different. Walking through the fairly empty hallways of the Bastion of Ren was a redhead who had just returned from a trip to a planet named Makeb, a much needed break from things after the conflict on Skor. It was a defeat that many took to heart, but she had counted her blessings. Although she had not seen every single one of them yet, checking up on the list of injuries and casualties revealed no names she recognized. One of the people she had not seen yet was [member="Ara Ren"] and although not seeing her for a few days every once in a while had become fairly standard it always made her a bit nervous. In addition to the regular nerves something felt off somehow, which didn't help things.
When the redhead took a deep breath however she calmed down a good amount. The breathing itself wasn't necessarily the reason, instead it was the lavender-rose scent she inhaled. The source was the jacket she was wearing, a faded black Starfighter jacket with a patch with the name Pavanos on the front. It had seen its fair share of abuse, showing patches and stains and markings that showed it had been sewn up on multiple occasions. The owner had got one a size too large, allowing Kaalia to fit in it herself despite the length difference. She had a habit of 'accidently' packing the jacket with her own things, even if everyone with half a brain could've figured out that the fact it happened every single time was a bit too coincidental.
Ara has to be somewhere around here, the Kro Varian thought to herself as her walk continued. She was eager to check up on her close friend and hoped she was somewhere within the Bastion. Perhaps a bit of training would be a good idea.
When the redhead took a deep breath however she calmed down a good amount. The breathing itself wasn't necessarily the reason, instead it was the lavender-rose scent she inhaled. The source was the jacket she was wearing, a faded black Starfighter jacket with a patch with the name Pavanos on the front. It had seen its fair share of abuse, showing patches and stains and markings that showed it had been sewn up on multiple occasions. The owner had got one a size too large, allowing Kaalia to fit in it herself despite the length difference. She had a habit of 'accidently' packing the jacket with her own things, even if everyone with half a brain could've figured out that the fact it happened every single time was a bit too coincidental.
Ara has to be somewhere around here, the Kro Varian thought to herself as her walk continued. She was eager to check up on her close friend and hoped she was somewhere within the Bastion. Perhaps a bit of training would be a good idea.