Kay-Larr
Sphaera Tea Company Owner
[member="Collin Calhoun"]
Kay was back in First Order space, in their Capitol of Dosuun for two reasons. One was to check in on the Commenor Embassy and another was to fond herself a part time pilot. The First Order had some of the best trained pilots in the business. And with her own pilot Terrac on a semi-retirement, she needed someone else that she could count on.
She stood in a bar that was known to be frequented by crack-shot pilots. Her attire wasn't quite befitting her station as the President of a trade world. She wore all black, pants, long jacket with a hood up to hide some of her features in shadow. She looked more like a merc or bounty hunter, although she carried no weapons on her hips or in her boots. Instead she just carried a small satchel that was slung over her shoulder. Her drink of choice was not tea tonight, yet a virgin drink, all fruity and colourful.
Her eyes scanned the room as her back was to the bar, just waiting for the right pilot to come along.
Kay was back in First Order space, in their Capitol of Dosuun for two reasons. One was to check in on the Commenor Embassy and another was to fond herself a part time pilot. The First Order had some of the best trained pilots in the business. And with her own pilot Terrac on a semi-retirement, she needed someone else that she could count on.
She stood in a bar that was known to be frequented by crack-shot pilots. Her attire wasn't quite befitting her station as the President of a trade world. She wore all black, pants, long jacket with a hood up to hide some of her features in shadow. She looked more like a merc or bounty hunter, although she carried no weapons on her hips or in her boots. Instead she just carried a small satchel that was slung over her shoulder. Her drink of choice was not tea tonight, yet a virgin drink, all fruity and colourful.
Her eyes scanned the room as her back was to the bar, just waiting for the right pilot to come along.