Faction Outbound Flight: Test Flight

[Pillar of Freedom]

A HIGH REPUBLIC SETTING​

Lost planets to be found. Mysteries to unlock. Foes, new and old, to encounter. An overarching story that can also be approached episodically. Characters can drop in and out of the setting, or be fixed to the story line and use it as a unique setting for character interactions, and drama.

Join us in the prequel thread before official launch of the Outbound Flight mission to the Unknown Regions.

There are three options for you to get involved in this thread.

Scientists. Military. Diplomats. Crew. This is your place to stretch your legs. The ship is not ours yet, but this is your chance to explore the ship before we buy. Complain about the lack of necessary equipment in the labs. Check out the armoury and fighter bay. Stand beside the benefactor Senator on the bridge of the ship as it goes for a tour around the Naboo system, and tests its hyperdrive.

Jedi. A small crew of Jedi are needed in the pilot vessel. Wayfarers plot the course through hyperspace and send the appropriate telemetry to the Outbound Flight for them to join the Jedi in hyperspace moments later.

Senators. With a live connection to the bridge of the Outbound Flight, the Senate of the High Republic debates the final details of SENATE BILL No. 4829-OBF. Squabble over details, ask questions of the crew and Senator aboard the Outbound Flight, and vote to send the High Republic into the unknown.

Spoiler: OOC

Sub for the ships are WIP. For reference, the Outbound Flight vessel looks like the Resolute from Netflix's Lost in Space series. The Wayfinder ship is patterned after a Defender-class light corvette.

 

[Dominic Praxon]

The bridge of the Outbound Flight was a hive of activity. Representatives from the shipyard and the Republic crew talked and gestured over status displays. Dominic understood barely any of it, just enough to feign competence when someone mentioned a system up to standard or another still dragging its feet toward readiness.

A hovering camera droid drifted too close. He leaned back and gave it a mild swat. "Too close… back up there, little guy." It obeyed, though not quite enough for his liking. The live countdown on its display blinked at him. Seconds left.

His aide adjusted his collar again. He let her. It kept her occupied, and he could not think of a single other thing she could fix on his person to calm her nerves.

The room stilled. Conversation ebbed away. In the sudden quiet, he heard the steady hum of the engines, a pulse like something newly awakened. The helm officer noticed him listening and offered a small nod, the tenth confirmation today that they were green across the board.

The timer reached its final beats. The camera's red light sharpened. Dominic faced it. And in an instant, his projection illuminated the Senate chambers.

"Esteemed colleagues of the Republic Senate. I speak to you live from the bridge of the Outbound Flight."

"The name itself carries a history that has awed us for centuries. Ambition, exploration, the promise of what lies beyond our familiar stars. Today, we choose what that name will mean for our generation. We choose whether it remains a ghost, or whether it becomes a promise of renewal."

"If you pass the Outbound Flight Bill, you affirm that the Republic is not an isolationist institution clinging to the borders we have built. You affirm that we have the courage to look outward again."

"Not to conquer. Not to impose. But to seek out the communities severed by war and Planeshift, the worlds that lost their lifelines overnight when the trade lanes collapsed, the peoples who have watched the rest of the galaxy rebuild from their horizon and wondered if we would ever return."

"This initiative is not a luxury expedition. It is a lifeline. A means of reconnection. A promise to those who have endured beyond our sight that they have not been forgotten."

"A vote for the Outbound Flight is not a vote for riskless comfort, nor for the romanticism of exploration. It is a vote for responsibility. For the belief that our mandate extends farther than maintenance of our own borders. It is a vote to meet the galaxy as it is...wounded, fragmented, in need...and to show that the Republic still has the will to reach it."

"I urge you to see this moment for what it is...a chance to define our posture toward the future. Not inward. Not fearful. But forward."

He held the camera's gaze, letting the silence that followed draw out just long enough to become intentional.

"For all who are watching from beyond these chambers, and for all who still hope the Republic has room for them in its vision…let us answer with clarity. Together, with those that wish to hope, look to the horizon...to the unknown...and we say...we will go."

The feed cut to the Senate seal, before shimmering into another feed from within the halls of the ship. Dominic's shoulders relaxed. He was off camera, though still following the Senate meeting via his ever vigilant aide and her live feed to the Senate.

@Open - Bridge​

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Senate Hall
Tags: Dominic Praxon | @OPEN

Senate Bill No. 4829-OBF
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Aurelian rose from the Chancellor's dais with the quiet confidence of someone who had already measured the room and found his footing. The Senate chamber settled around him.

"Colleagues, you have heard Senator Praxon's address. You have seen the Outbound Flight alive and ready behind him. What stands before us is not a ceremonial vote. It is a structural choice about what kind of Republic we intend to be."

He kept one hand on the railing, gaze sweeping the tiers. "Our frontier is unstable. Worlds we relied upon are missing. Systems that fed half this chamber's sectors have slipped into unknown space. We can't pretend the shortages will fix themselves. We need agriworlds. We need habitable terrain. We need ores and fuel sources that keep our fleets and hospitals running. This mission gives us a chance to find them before crisis becomes collapse."

He took a breath, letting it land. "My support for this bill is straightforward. We repair the map, restore trade networks, and reconnect communities cut off by the Planeshift. That is the practical spine of this initiative, and it is necessary."

Aurelian glanced toward the Jedi delegation, his tone cooling but never hostile. "As for the Jedi presence, I'll be plain. Their interests rarely align cleanly with ours. Their priorities shift with the currents of the Force, and I have no patience for cryptic detours disguised as guidance. But this mission will take us into regions where hyperspace behaves like a wounded animal. Without their navigators, we are flying blind. Expertise is expertise, even when I question the philosophy behind it."

He straightened, voice settling into its final cadence. "Outbound Flight is not an indulgence. It is a stabilizing force waiting to be sent where the galaxy tore itself apart. It will chart the worlds that can feed our citizens and the routes that can reconnect our sectors. It will give us knowledge we cannot afford to guess at anymore."

He stepped back from the lectern, hands resting lightly behind him. "The floor is open. Raise your concerns, your amendments, your support, your doubts. This bill shapes the future of the Republic. Let us shape it together."

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[Luke Montann]

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Locations⠀ Bridge
Objectives⠀ Talk, observe.
Tags⠀ Dominic Praxon

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LUKE MONTANN.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Engineer.
"Go fast, go alone. Go far, go together.”
Politics and discovery..

═⠀I am but a poor, wayfaring stranger.⠀═

Luke was aware of the reputation he had. He was as much of a salvage and engineer as he was a paranoid ghost hunter. Tall tales of his discoveries in the far reaches of the galaxy. The ancient secrets he’d supposedly uncovered.

He was to most, a madman, capable, but somewhat loose in the head. Stories of starmaps, ancient machines, ghosts in the far reaches of Coruscant. Other horrors.

But he’d face all those again than the dreary, complicated and convoluted world of politics.

Mr. Praxon spoke in their language, their words. He obviously didn’t like it. Luke ran his hand along the silent consoles. He wasn’t dressed like the other crew members- a heavy duty pair of pants, steel toed boots, a belt of tools, pouches and his sidearm, and a t-shirt from the Trade Federation. He wasn’t here because he was a good crewmember and followed rules. He was here because he was callous about the rules and hopeful about the future. And that included the audacity of a uniform.

He paced around, stopping near Mr. Praxon.

“Well said, boss. I’m sure it’ll work out for us.” He said, turning his head towards the windows, that would hopefully display the visage of the vast unknowns of the galaxy.

“What a sight to see. Good, honest, hope.”

 

[Darrian Hansen]

|| OUTBOUND FLIGHT ||
All the Roads - Chapter 1
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TAG: Aurelian Veruna | Dominic Praxon | High Republic Senate

you're a star
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THEED

Darrian's eyes bawled when he first steps his foot at the High Republic Grand Senate Chamber. Well, it wasn't really his first time, he had visited with Senator Legate a couple of time when the newly appointed senator and his team were introduced to the High Republic's political instruments and infrastructure. However, this is the first actual senate bill debate he has attended in the High Republic, and it engulfed all the previous experience he's had. The fairly young executive assistant stands beside Senator Legate. He can feel sweat dripping down from his hair while he was reviewing Senator Legate's notes for the final time, against all the effort of the ACs to chill the room.

Darrian knows very well the respect Senator Legate has amongst his constituents. A humble nobility from a minor house that is elevated to a position of power by the current regime. He also happens to know that there is some truth to the rumor that the new regime is bankrolled by a shadow operation; one very few is aware of, and one that spend multiple sectors GDPs worth of credits on propaganda and pinkwashing. The people were growing tired of the pro-GA centralization regime of old, and the new regime strikes at the right time. Whatever the true agenda of his government doesn't affect the amount of effort he has put to ensure that Senator Legate would appear flawless in his first official meeting, and that the other High Republic member states would leave the room looking at Reytha with the full respect they deserve.

The little idealism inside Darrian had to swallow the pride, to fight in another day.

He stepped back from the lectern, hands resting lightly behind him. "The floor is open. Raise your concerns, your amendments, your support, your doubts. This bill shapes the future of the Republic. Let us shape it together."

Darrian's eyes trailed from the Interim Chancellor, hints of envy can be traced to his slight sigh, to Senator Legate, who has stood on his stead, taking the chance that Aurelian gave for a Republic wide first impression of Reytha.

"It's an honor to speak amongst the fine planetary representatives of the High Republic. Allow me to introduce myself to the chamber, my name is Karel Legate, a humble representative of the people of Reytha,"

The senator paused for a moment, his hawklike eyes traveled from one senator to another, laser-focused on mapping their receptions.

"I appreciate Senator Praxon's initiative to kickstart the bill, even flying with the Outbound Flight in-person. We have all seen the holos. We have seen the displacement camps on the Rim. We have heard the silence from systems that yesterday were our neighbors, and today are ghosts. If it's not for the High Republic's commitment to expedition and exploration, I wouldn't be here today, representing the people of Reytha. The people of Reytha welcomes your enthusiasm and ambition with a brotherly embrace. The Outbound Flight Initiative is a noble beam of light in this darkness. We support it. We must support it."

Darrian has heard Senator Legate recites the passage hundreds of times, but it's even more impressive in his eyes when he delivers it directly in front of all the representatives of the combined High Republic.

"However, there is always a room for improvement, so allow me share the general thoughts and aspiration from my constituents. Specifically looking at the proposed oversight committee, we are filled with a different kind of worry. I see the Ministry of Science. I see the Navigators' Guild. I see distinguished academics and cartographers. And I ask you: Can a starving refugee eat a star chart? Can a displaced family take shelter in a scientific dissertation? While the Ministry of Science sets up peer-review boards to study why the planets moved, people are dying. While the Navigators' Guild jealously guards its ancient routes, aid ships are sitting in drydock, afraid to jump. We do not have the luxury of academic curiosity. We are in a crisis of logistics."

Darrian glanced at the senator, but it wasn't returned. He is in the zone; he is fully immersed in his speech.

"I offer this amendment not as a challenge, but as a lifeline. I know that The High Republic is home of many corporations who are ready to mobilize, who have the most advanced fleet in the galaxy, the most advanced sensors. But they cannot work under the slow gaze of academia. We need the Ministry of Industry & Technology, which knows how to build shelters, not just study rocks. We need the Bureau of Commerce, which knows how to move grain to the hungry, not just hoard hyperspace lanes. I am not asking you to let the corporation take control of the mission, we all know their first priority is profit. But they have the resources, they have the technologies, and they have the know-hows. They know how to find and process the resources; the ore, the gas, the arable land that will rebuild our society. Let the Jedi be the soul of this mission, let the Military secure the lanes and missions, that can guarantee the compliance on the mission's purpose and protocols. But let the Corporations be its hands. Let's have an oversight committee that's composed of those who actually build. I urge you: vote for this amendment. Let us turn these lost worlds into homes, not just entries in a databank."

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Sometimes a name did help explain what someone was. Or what they were destined to do. Her family were galaxy renowned explorers. Her father, who was definitely years past retirement age, was still out there, enhancing his Jedi lean with that of the Warden of the Sky mentality, and set up the Stars of Hope initiative. This was after a lifetime of being one of those who strove to move Jedi and Force sensitive students out of harms way and into safe systems using the galaxy’s backdoors.

On top of exploring the Levantine Sanctum space and providing freedom for so many.

Her brother was one of the best explorers that she knew. He was a Warden in his own right, but followed the path of what some may call a Seeker, moving through the Outer Rim, arriving to those in need, and disappearing just as quickly. Working as a shadow and a scout, hunting monsters and putting the dark side to rest.

Then there was her, still trying to find herself in the galaxy. She wasn’t that young any more, but she had been working on keeping her family’s business afloat. Designing exploration starships, resource hunting, and after the Planeshift, she had focused her efforts to help pulling lost spacers back to some civilized planet. Typically the one they wanted, but other times? Just one that worked.

And that was all to say, she was here with the group running the Outbound Flight, and while there were some Wayfinder corvettes, but she preferred her family’s own creations, and the Wandering Star Seeker corvette was arriving from a tour of the local hyperspace, while one of the Pathfinders was dropping off some star maps that she and her father had brought. There was also her father’s copy of the Merrill-Blake Star Map, and while it was dated, she was happy to have it with her.

With the High Republic, she wasn’t sure she trusted the Jedi on their own. They needed someone who knew their way around a system. And what she wanted to do was take another Seeker-class and marry it’s systems to that of the outbound flight’s vessel.

As she got closer to the larger vessel, she nodded. “Drifter, we’ll be fine. Its the High Republic, and its deep space. Its what we do. Ally can you link our hyperspace telemetry to the larger vessel?” Kaia was moving her hands around the controls. “This is Kaia Starchaser, arriving back from my circuit. Hyperspace data being provided. Coming in for docking.”

The company would be fine, with her brother out there, and even that Witch he kept hiring, the galaxy would be safe. And her company was in good hands of a Mon Cal Jedi who was doing a lot of the resource hunting. It was time for her to find her place. The white-and-green Seeker was touching down in one of the expansive hangars.

Her droid beeped as the hologram of the larger vessel was presented.

"I know, maybe we can see if we can rip some of the labs off a Sojourner..." Not that she was going to be on the shore team.

 

[Elian Abrantes]

@Open

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Elian Abrantes lingered at the threshold of the engineering section longer than strictly necessary, hands clasped behind his back in a way that suggested patience while his eyes betrayed the opposite.

The hum hit him first.

Not the dull, overworked whine he'd grown accustomed to on older transports or refitted security cruisers, but something smoother, layered. Purposeful. The kind of sound that meant systems were talking to one another instead of shouting over faults. His mouth curved despite himself.

"Oh," he murmured under his breath. "You're… interesting."

He stepped in, boots echoing lightly against the deck plating as he moved closer to the core. The layout was ambitious, modular conduits, access panels placed with foresight rather than afterthought, power distribution nodes arranged for scalability instead of bare minimum compliance. Whoever had designed this vessel hadn't just planned for today's mission. They'd planned for tomorrow's problems.

Elian crouched near an open panel, fingers hovering just short of touching the exposed circuitry. He didn't need to. He could see it. The logic. Redundancies layered like safety nets instead of crutches.

"They actually left room to reroute," he said aloud, glancing toward a nearby technician. "Do you know how rare that is? Half the ships in the fleet act like they're offended if you suggest improvement."

He straightened, moving along the perimeter, eyes tracing coolant lines, hyperdrive couplings, the subtle reinforcement along the bulkheads. Unknown Regions capable, no question. Long-range endurance. Quiet enough to avoid advertising its presence to anything unpleasant lurking beyond known space.

His excitement softened into something steadier, respect. This ship could hold stories. Breakdowns at inconvenient moments. Late-night repairs fueled by caf and stubbornness. Arguments over power allocation. Quiet triumphs when impossible jumps worked because someone had dared to tweak a setting instead of following the manual.

Elian exhaled slowly, hands resting on his hips.

"This is wild...." he said, half to himself, half to the humming heart of the vessel, "I'm going to need more tools. And better diagnostic software. And probably permission to ignore regulations when they're wrong."

A thought struck Elian, he then rubbed his chin lightly.

"…I'll ask Sibylla later," he added, already knowing the answer, and already planning how to work around it.

 

[Verity Stuyveris]

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Verity watched the proceedings with divided interest -- one eye, as per usual, on her datapad, keeping track of events political and economical, here and back home on Druckenwell. The amendment, she thought, seemed to be jumping the gun just a little. It sounded good, but wasn't there a threshold issue? She tried to remember the scant briefing she had had on the subject. Did they have any idea of what they would find out there? Empty planets? Mountains of corpses? Thriving worlds, just in places they didn't used to be?

There were considerations that should took place before they started filing homestead claims. Get eyes on the worlds, at least.

The tall woman leaned forward, her glacial eyes watching Senator Legate carefully. She didn't sense self-service in his suggestions. And it did make sense to be prepared. She made a note to signal support. The awful truth was this would all likely be someone else's problem by the time it really mattered. Her appointment to the Senate -- the real seat, not the interim one she currently occupied -- was stalled in Parliament and looked likely to remain so until an heir to House Thule was located (which could take months, or more) or it all worked its way through probate (which would take longer still).

Still, Verity would have liked to understand the issue better. She turned to an aide and murmured a request to pull her briefing materials on the topic. It was never a bad idea to get better-informed, after all.

Darrian Hansen | Aurelian Veruna | Dominic Praxon​

 

[J9-L5]

Elian Abrantes​

“Regulations? Wrong?” Jaynine chimed in as he overheard the engineer talking to himself as she shuffled past the room. The notion offended him. “Have you ever considered that those regulations were put in place for a reason, Mr. Abrantes?”

Servos whirred as Jaynine shook his head stiffly, “This expedition already reeks of… nonconformity,” The word like poison on his vocabulator. “Too many mavericks in the proverbial cowherd. If nobody’s following the rules, then it’s only a matter of time before this Outbound Flight crashes and burns, I say.”

Jaynine leaned over to examine the machinery in the engineering compartment. He lingered for a few moments, unable to find anything in particular to critique, so he simply stood back up and muttered, “Tsk. And don't get me started on the ship itself.”

 

[Tatiana Sah]

"Yes, Dee, the engines do appear to be within their designed specifications."

A series of beeps filled the corridor in response.

"This expedition intends to go off established paths, far from supply lines. We have to be prepared for anything," she replied, which garnered a thoughtful woo from the droid that rolled along at her side. The astromech was probably just trying to humor her. A thought that caused the woman outfitted in a tight, silver suit to stop and look down at them. "You are just as concerned as I am, Dee, and know just as well what is needed for this venture to be successful." The unmasked woman stared down at that large optical port that feigned not to be watching her. "I saw you downloading the databanks again earlier."

A merry litany of chirps and beeps followed the accusation.

Another ping interrupted them, and both turned to their own devices to check on the cause. It appeared there was a new arrival on-board.

"Dee, go on to the command deck. I will meet you there later. Try not to restrain yourself from harassing Engineers again about micro-operational efficiencies." The little doot liked to call out the smallest of improvements. Perhaps if they had an army of Astromechs the countless tweaks throughout the ship could be implemented. As things were, organics only had so much time in the day. Tatiana knew he wasn't dense. Nasty habit for it to develop as a personality quirk -- though it was probably just a bad sense of humor.

With Dee off, Tatiana turned and marched toward one of the hangers. Every stride was perfectly balanced and measured. Her blue eyes scanned over the readings on the data pad in her right hand; despite the lack of attention, Tatinana walked in a perfectly straight line the entire way. It wasn't until the hanger doors opened that she lowered the device and took a visual survey of the interior of the bay.

Kaia Starchaser

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"Much of the discussion surrounding this bill is academic," Director and Senator Vexx of Denon declared. "The ships are built. The people and resources assembled. Why, they even go out of their way to call out a lack of additional appropriations being necessary. The only question before us is what kind of Republic do we wish to become?" A great deal of what had been said so far pained Dominique. Not because they were wrong, but because it had needed said at all. Even her summation was lamentable, but whatever it took to get a consensus.

"As Senator Legate points out, what the only thing we need to concern ourselves with is what follows. Resources surveyed will need mined and brought back to refineries, or new refineries built and processed materials brought back to our worlds. Worlds full of plenty or room for such will need hard working citizens to help provide for our families."

Dominique paused just for a second. "And then there are the diplomatic encounters. Both with people we've seen before, and perhaps those we have not. The Planeshift did introduce worlds from places unknown; though that should only excite rather than deter our pursuits. If they are out there, we will inevitably encounter one another. It is in our best interest to do so first and quickly -- so they see we are a curious, accepting, and productive people." There were plenty of other reasons, but some of them weren't going to pass her lips before a larger audience. It'd be better to identify any hostile parties now before they became accustomed to the world or found ways to infiltrate galactic worlds before any knew their kind even existed.

"Each of our worlds have parties capable of meeting the needs of this Republic once new and bountiful harvests are found. Involving other bodies so that they may remain aware of on-going developments," she gestured off to the side with a slight nod to suggest such discussion was acceptable without saying as much. "But let us not scuttle this Bill with haggling over too many particulars. There is much time for us to be diligent in ensuring the free flow of goods to all our worlds." Some would feel entitled to certain resources above all others, for reasons wise and selfish alike. Naturally, companies of Denon would be quite eager to make use of any discoveries, which she would gladly argue in their favor during such lively negotiations.

"As someone concerned with our shared prosperity, I ask this Initiative be certain to include some of our finest Surveyors -- as it already has. Experienced personnel capable of ensuring a full and complete assessment of the many worlds Outbound Flight is sure to visit." Of course, if they'd tried cutting corners on their surveyors, Dominique was happy to follow-up on the matter out of chambers now that she'd made certain it was a public issue of having professional and capable sorts aboard. Never hurt to make sure your rivals hadn't tried to stack the deck.

Aurelian Veruna | Dominic Praxon | Darrian Hansen | Verity Stuyveris | Open​

 

[Kessa]

Kessa Varden stepped into the engineering section of the Outbound Flight with a wide grin, her purple hair tied back in a loose ponytail that bounced slightly as she moved.

She carried a worn tool satchel slung over one shoulder and it clinked softly with the assorted hydrospanners and scavenged parts she always kept close. The hum of the massive engines filled the air, a comforting rumble that reminded her of countless salvage yards and back-alley repairs.

"Blimey, this place is massive," she said aloud, her voice bright and cheerful as her green eyes scanned the modular conduits and redundant systems.

"Proper beast of a ship, innit? Bet she could take a few knocks out in the Unknown Regions and keep purring."

She spotted the human already poking about near one of the power relays, a tallish bloke who looked like he knew his way around a hyperdrive, and gave him a friendly wave.

"Oi, hello there! You in charge here or just having a nosey like me?" Kessa asked, strolling over with an easy stride while her reinforced boots thudded lightly on the deck plating. She set her satchel down with a thunk and pulled out a diagnostic scanner, fiddling with it absent-mindedly.

"Name's Kessa. Got roped in last-minute for the test flight. They must be desperate." She flashed another grin.

"Don't worry, love, I'll try not to void too many warranties." She said to the droid.

Her optimistic energy bubbled through. This gig felt promising, good pay, a new ship to tinker with and no strings attached. Perfect.

No stings, other than the fact that the only reason she had this gig was because she told them she might stay on the the flight. Kessa wasn't a professional from the civil services and companies that had been working on the ship. She was an independent engineer and scrapper.

The problem with those corporate types was they mostly had families to go back to and mortgages to pay. Unless they turned this into a military operations, it was hard to convince that sort of person to launch themselves into unknown regions of space.

Would she really stay on? She thought to herself. Despite not having any strong ties she liked engines and she liked people.

A thought popped into her head and - as they often did - made its way straight to her mouth.

"They've not got uniforms have they? Have we?"

That would be weird. She didn't like the thought of that. Not unless they made her look good. Which seemed unlikely. This wasn't a cheap Holo flick about space exploration.

Elian Abrantes J9-L5 @Open - Engineering Section

 

[Enshid Veruna]

Tags: Open

Was this truly a place for her to be? She was not a scientist. A soldier. Was she even a diplomat? One could assume that. If she was open about who she was that is. But she didn't want others to know she was a Veruna. The assumptions. The responsibility that would come with it. She didn't have much experience that would be useful...but perhaps it would be better here, than trying to live in her siblings shadows. Especially shadows that she'd never be able to fill.

As she walked through the ship to explore, Enshid continued to bounce a ball against the floor, doing it as some kind of exercise to keep her mind busy. Bounce, catch, repeat. Letting the sound echo throughout the corridor, as she took in her surroundings. Enshid wasn't much of a ship girl. She hadn't always had the credits associated with being a Veruna, and even when she did, she found herself focusing more on personal items. Blasters. Swords. Grand things like starships? Cruisers? They weren't something she ever gave much thought to.

Which is exactly why she found herself in the armoury, taking in the weapons with a frown on her face. It wasn't as if she was an expert on them, but they seemed like a decent enough choice. She could have tried to find the others on the ship. Those speaking to the Senators, or those looking at the fighters, but Enshid had slowly came to an understanding about herself.

Enshid Veruna did not mix well with others.​