This was the problem for her. She was stuck, again. Maybe it was time to upgrade herself away from her Preybird, but truthfully, Zethyn didn’t want to do that. She loved her ship. It might have a few extra operating hours than most, but sit was hers, and she was doing a hell of a lot of work on it. What it needed was an overhaul on most of its primary systems. And to do that she needed a place to call home. Not these space stations between worlds.
Stepping out from under the fighter, she ran her hand through her hair. She really knew what needed to be done, but was trusting the repair droids. Really, who was here to feth with her, after all? She would be able to figure that sort of thing out. She was a bit self-aware, and seemed to have control enough to get into the heart of the matter. Whatever, right now it didn’t matter. Nothing was going to happen to her ship, and she was going to need to get it out of the drydock shortly.
She supposed that meant she needed the capital.
The station had enough going on, and being on the Sanctuary Pipeline, she figured there were enough down on their luck spacers out here who could use her company. Or at least thought they could, until she robbed them blind. It wasn’t necessarily a need for the funds, but this game was so much fun.
Stepping into the bar, with the dark music playing, she licked her lip before biting her lower lip softly. Making her way to the bar first, that was the first step, a well placed lean against the bar was step number two. Waiting on her lum, she took a second to adjust her outfit as she looked around the establishment. There had to be some target here, right?
Stepping out from under the fighter, she ran her hand through her hair. She really knew what needed to be done, but was trusting the repair droids. Really, who was here to feth with her, after all? She would be able to figure that sort of thing out. She was a bit self-aware, and seemed to have control enough to get into the heart of the matter. Whatever, right now it didn’t matter. Nothing was going to happen to her ship, and she was going to need to get it out of the drydock shortly.
She supposed that meant she needed the capital.
The station had enough going on, and being on the Sanctuary Pipeline, she figured there were enough down on their luck spacers out here who could use her company. Or at least thought they could, until she robbed them blind. It wasn’t necessarily a need for the funds, but this game was so much fun.
Stepping into the bar, with the dark music playing, she licked her lip before biting her lower lip softly. Making her way to the bar first, that was the first step, a well placed lean against the bar was step number two. Waiting on her lum, she took a second to adjust her outfit as she looked around the establishment. There had to be some target here, right?