Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
Kira yawned.A large holographic infomercial span infront of her, projected out of the small box at the centre of the table. It was trying to get her to buy something, a sort of paste to increase stamina and was of no real interest to Kira. No she was struggling to find anything of interest on this planet, the green plains and endless crops.
Yet this had been her life of late, moving from world to world. Hauling cargo and looking for work, naturally there had been moments, pockets of resistance that had to be initiated against the more tyrannical governments still in play, but with the collapse of the One Sith and the smoke of Castameer fully forgotten the galaxy was at large a peaceful place.
Around her was the usual scattering of spacers and travellers. It was the type of cliental these spaceport cantinas attracted. Not so much a usual crowd as they were constant, a place where your face was one that could be remembered but not recalled. It was also the most steady stream of jobs on the planet, farmers and officials from the nearby capitol would come here in their droves to search for pilots willing to haul freight at cheaper rates then the more commercial core companies. A trait that Kira was all for running into today. Credits were starting to get stint.
Taking a swig of the drink she had ordered nearly an hour ago she gave a cursory glance across the masses, trying to find someone or something that may be worth her attention.
That was when she saw him…
[member="Kurt Meyer"]