Paths of Our Fathers [Kurt Meyer]

[Kira Vaal]

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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"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kira Vaal"]

Kurt sat at the back of the Cantina, his legs propped up on the table and his head tipped back against the wall behind him. There was an ale that sat on the table, along with the small bag he usually carried when running around spaceports. His eyes were closed, and in truth the young pilot looked like he was half asleep.

Nobody seemed to be paying him any attention, well, no one save for Kira.

Spacers sleeping in this cantina wasn't an all too uncommon thing, and Kurt wasn't quite yet asleep, though he was tired. For the last few days he'd been running around like a nerf with it's head cut off. He'd made four deliveries, dropped of Kaile, sent a video message to Jamie, hit up three different sectors, and then installed the water pump on The Messa as a surprise for when Kaile got back. All of that meant he was popped, and in truth he really just needed some time to sit back and relax.

Of course, that was difficult in a place like this.

The crowd was incredibly loud and everybody seemed to be trying to talk over one another.

Standard logic would say that he should have left the Cantina and just headed back to The Messa, but the ship was currently being fueled, something that created even more of a racket due to the dock workers and their inability to actually move silently. So the Cantina was really his only option, and the waitress, a nice young Twi'lek woman, had been kind enough to point him to the most isolated booth in the place. It wasn't the greatest arrangement, but it would do for now.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Why did she find her attention constantly pulled towards the man in the corner? Was it his boyishly handsome appearance or was it the Force being mysterious. She sighed. Damn the Force, five years ago she had not even known she could be a Jedi, now they dubbed her a master…a master who didn't even understand if the Force was telling her something or if it was just her inner hormones.

“You don’’t want to get involved with him.” From nearby a bent, old looking Trandoshan spoke to Kira from behind. He shuffled towards her table and slid into the vacant chair. “Wanderer, nomad and heart-breaker, or at least so I’ve heard.”
Kira raised an eyebrow. “You’ve heard?”
“Yes.” The Trandoshan lifted his drink. “Name is Rossek. I’m a source of many facts in these parts.”
“Really?” Kira appeared unimpressed. “Couldn’t source me up some credits could you?”
“Funny you should ask.” Rossek gave her a smile. “Ever heard of the Dragon Void before?”
She hadn’t.
“Nope. What is it, a ship?”
“Silly girl.” Rossek laughed, “It is a race.” The Trandoshan stood up and loudly declared his words to the entire bar. “The Dragon Void registration is officially open. Pilots are welcome to pay their registration fee and have their names entered into history. The prize is a small sum of one million credits and galactic fame.” He paused for dramatic effect, the looks he was getting gave the indication people were generally excited. “Register if you dare! Like young Kira Vaal here who just agreed to compete.”

Kira glanced at the Trandoshan and then at the stranger on the far side of the bar.
“I what?!”

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Kira Vaal"]

An eye popped open.

The Dragon Void? He'd never heard of the race, and that was rare. Kurt was somewhat of an aficionado when it came to racing, having won the Boonta Eve Classic three times and competed in various swoop events it was fair to say that he was somewhat of an expert in the subject. Then again, one couldn't know of every single race that existed in the galaxy. He frowned for a moment and listened to the Trandoshan, the boastful man shouting at the top of his lungs about a million credit reward and "galactic fame".

Kurt found the second suggestion rather laughable, if only because he'd never heard of the race before and he felt like that would have been a prerequisite for making him famous throughout the galaxy. The Trandoshan kept shouting, then said the name of a young woman. Kurt turned his head, one eye still closed, and smiled slightly. The girl looked at him, then to the Trandoshan. For half a second he was tempted to speak up, but the thought was fleeting.

His racing days were behind him.

Jamie would kill him if she found out he was participating in another dangerous race, Kaile too probably. Both of them were rather ornery when it came to him putting his life in danger, especially when it wasn't clear what that danger actually was. Still...a million credits was a lot of money. He turned his head back for a moment, weighing his options as he leaned back in his chair. "Sounds like she wasn't aware."

Kurt said with amusement as he closed his eyes again and cut through the silence in the Cantina.