The Cousin
Jaron had been enjoying his freedom as the task his master had given him allowed him to wander the galaxy. His new ship was handy as well when it came to moving without anyone being able to track him. He would often enter Corellian space and look at the wreckage to remind himself why he had pursued the path he was on. It was all for Corellia. The rebuilding efforts were slow, and they would never be the Corellia he remembered, but the fact the galaxy still cared about the gem of a world showed there was something right about the people in the galaxy even if it was messed up.
This time Jaron actually docked with the space station. He was here for a brief stop to refuel before going off to another world on his quest for the crystals Ayra was sending him after. Corellia was a good stop for him anyhow, and he figured he'd mingle with the Corellians that were making the station their home. Some just couldn't leave the world behind, and Jaron couldn't blame them.
There was a bar on the station of course, one of the few places Corellian alcohol could be found. The prices were locked to what they had been the day the planet broke apart, and would be that way until the world was inhabitable again. This was the only place like that. No matter, Jaron found a seat, and ordered a Corellian ale. He took a sip after his gloves were set on the bar counter, and he turned to notice a pretty attractive redhead sitting a few seats down. She looked upset about something, so Jaron just nodded and went back to his drink. One drink, because he still had a ship to pilot later.
[member="Sasha Voss"]
This time Jaron actually docked with the space station. He was here for a brief stop to refuel before going off to another world on his quest for the crystals Ayra was sending him after. Corellia was a good stop for him anyhow, and he figured he'd mingle with the Corellians that were making the station their home. Some just couldn't leave the world behind, and Jaron couldn't blame them.
There was a bar on the station of course, one of the few places Corellian alcohol could be found. The prices were locked to what they had been the day the planet broke apart, and would be that way until the world was inhabitable again. This was the only place like that. No matter, Jaron found a seat, and ordered a Corellian ale. He took a sip after his gloves were set on the bar counter, and he turned to notice a pretty attractive redhead sitting a few seats down. She looked upset about something, so Jaron just nodded and went back to his drink. One drink, because he still had a ship to pilot later.
[member="Sasha Voss"]