Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
Tatooine, New Anchorhead spaceport, docking bay 92
It had been far too long since Fabula had managed to do anything but train in disturbingly dangerous places in the galaxy. The occasional holocall with Lynn was nice, but it wasn't any substitute for real interaction. When Fabs received an innocent holo from Alndys Merrill for the first time in what seemed like ages, she was all too happy to answer it. And now, her Bloody Pilgrim was touching down on Tatooine, not with the intent to go wrestle a Krayt dragon like she'd assumed her first visit to Tatooine would involve.
No, she was just going to go shopping. With Alna. She hoped that her mommy-figure had brought her own money.
Her ship lurched to a halt, and Fabula wandered down her boarding ramp a few moments later. The second she was outside her climate-controlled XR-95, though, she immediately began to regret that decision. Tatooine was hot. She knew it would be, of course, but she wasn't really prepared for how mind-bogglingly sweltering the most famous desert planet in the galaxy would be. Pausing to take a deep breath, Fabula allowed herself to properly focus the Force through her blood, cooling her body without having to worry about air conditioning or artificial cooling.
Of course, she was much less cool a few moments later when she walked up to the docking authority with a nervous smile on her face. Anticipating the standard question of business or pleasure, she managed to respond before being asked and hope that it would distract the officer from the more obvious matter at hand. "Um...pleasure?" Force, please let him forget about the docking fee.
@[member="Alna Merrill"]
It had been far too long since Fabula had managed to do anything but train in disturbingly dangerous places in the galaxy. The occasional holocall with Lynn was nice, but it wasn't any substitute for real interaction. When Fabs received an innocent holo from Alndys Merrill for the first time in what seemed like ages, she was all too happy to answer it. And now, her Bloody Pilgrim was touching down on Tatooine, not with the intent to go wrestle a Krayt dragon like she'd assumed her first visit to Tatooine would involve.
No, she was just going to go shopping. With Alna. She hoped that her mommy-figure had brought her own money.
Her ship lurched to a halt, and Fabula wandered down her boarding ramp a few moments later. The second she was outside her climate-controlled XR-95, though, she immediately began to regret that decision. Tatooine was hot. She knew it would be, of course, but she wasn't really prepared for how mind-bogglingly sweltering the most famous desert planet in the galaxy would be. Pausing to take a deep breath, Fabula allowed herself to properly focus the Force through her blood, cooling her body without having to worry about air conditioning or artificial cooling.
Of course, she was much less cool a few moments later when she walked up to the docking authority with a nervous smile on her face. Anticipating the standard question of business or pleasure, she managed to respond before being asked and hope that it would distract the officer from the more obvious matter at hand. "Um...pleasure?" Force, please let him forget about the docking fee.
@[member="Alna Merrill"]