Kitty
The Attention Seeker
Kitty had nothing against traveling, she rather enjoyed it actually. Unfortunately hyper space had something against her. Before she truly committed to life as a sith she needed some closure with her family. Kitty knew the name of her home planet but she did not know where it is. The biggest issue though was getting there. Hyperspace did not treat her well and the stress it caused would turn her into a rage monster. It didn't help that Coruscant was so crowded. The noise and smells made her want to just collapse and die. Her ears were pressed down with many layers of hair bands to keep out sound and her nose was stuffed to keep the smells out. She looked ridiculous but it was better than turning into a rage animal and slaughtering everyone.
It was the afternoon and Kitty walked into a spaceport. She was on the look out for something very fast so she would be in hyper space for the least amount of time. She also wanted something that had a cage or cell of some sort. Something to keep her from killing the pilot after she shifts. She would tell the prospective pilots that she would attempt to attack them once they were in hyper space. Kitty wasn't strong and looked innocent enough. The only reason they were turning her down was because of the lightsaber on her hip. She would hide it if she could but she didn't have anywhere to hide it. All she was wearing was a dark purple tank top and some blue shorts. Where the heck are you suppose to hide a lightsaber on that. She would have brought a cloak but cloaks were to warm for her liking. All the people around her didn't know how lucky they were not to have fur. She felt sorry for those few who did have fur like herself. A cloak would have caused enough suspicion to be rejected anyways.
The search for transportation to Felacat was fruitless and Kitty settled down at a nearby bar. Nobody dared to ask why someone so young was in the place, again because of the lightsaber. Alcohol didn't like her anyways and she just ordered some milk. The unhappy Kitty just sat down at a table, drank her milk, and fumed over her lack of progress. She was not left alone however.
It was the afternoon and Kitty walked into a spaceport. She was on the look out for something very fast so she would be in hyper space for the least amount of time. She also wanted something that had a cage or cell of some sort. Something to keep her from killing the pilot after she shifts. She would tell the prospective pilots that she would attempt to attack them once they were in hyper space. Kitty wasn't strong and looked innocent enough. The only reason they were turning her down was because of the lightsaber on her hip. She would hide it if she could but she didn't have anywhere to hide it. All she was wearing was a dark purple tank top and some blue shorts. Where the heck are you suppose to hide a lightsaber on that. She would have brought a cloak but cloaks were to warm for her liking. All the people around her didn't know how lucky they were not to have fur. She felt sorry for those few who did have fur like herself. A cloak would have caused enough suspicion to be rejected anyways.
The search for transportation to Felacat was fruitless and Kitty settled down at a nearby bar. Nobody dared to ask why someone so young was in the place, again because of the lightsaber. Alcohol didn't like her anyways and she just ordered some milk. The unhappy Kitty just sat down at a table, drank her milk, and fumed over her lack of progress. She was not left alone however.