Tacky Thing
Sure, Kaia was a bit smaller than most people, and others wouldn’t suspect her flying something that was equal parts working vessel and home, and sort of combat. It was a lot larger of a vessel. Her father and brother would fly smaller vessels, a YT-2000 and a TIE respectively. “Nah, I mean… nothing wrong with them, just this is kind of what I’ve come into.” She looked at the droid, Rollie, and then at the ship, the pre-flight should be through and the engines coming on in a moment. “And none taken.” She gave a goofy, and awkward wink as she stepped up to the vessel.
“She’s my baby.” Hashtag Starship Sexual. But that was just Kaia. She was born in space, after all, so any ship was her baby, no matter what she was flying in, or for who.
As for her friends? “I’ve got a lot. I’m working for a few groups and one does a lot of exploration of worlds… They might be able to help? Or are you looking for someone to help you find… someone?” That word order was odd. She pointed at the ship. They could talk and put this world to their tail lights.
As it were.
[member="Kira Vaal"]
“She’s my baby.” Hashtag Starship Sexual. But that was just Kaia. She was born in space, after all, so any ship was her baby, no matter what she was flying in, or for who.
As for her friends? “I’ve got a lot. I’m working for a few groups and one does a lot of exploration of worlds… They might be able to help? Or are you looking for someone to help you find… someone?” That word order was odd. She pointed at the ship. They could talk and put this world to their tail lights.
As it were.
[member="Kira Vaal"]