Sabetha Tag
The Devil to Pay
Hyperspace
Sabetha sprawled out in the pilot's chair. Her feet were kicked up on the dash of the freighter.
Such a pile of junk and she knew it, but there was a better than average chance what she and Hira had planned would ruin it anyway. With a cargo of anti-matter and their sights set on a data center on Sullust, Sabetha had every intention of stealin' something nicer when this was over. But having the i's dotted and the t's crossed, with legal transponders and everything, would be helpful for getting onto the previously Alliance held world. Even with the Alliance itself shattered, Sullust might be a tough nut to crack. If she were them, she would turtle right up, and demand proper ID from every little ship that came into that system. Course, she wasn't them (thank Maw), so they'd have to see how that place had faired once they got there.
Right now, however, Sabetha wasn't thinking about that.
That emerald gaze was distant, gazing out the front viewport at the streaming lights of hyperspace as they traveled. Softly, absently, she hummed to herself, every bone and muscle in her body relaxed. She'd been free for only a couple of days, but what a difference those few days had made. Cleaned up, comfortable clothes, couple good meals in her. The ability to simply get up and do what she wanted, when she wanted? She hummed the way a cat purred when it was happy, a slight smile on her face as she tilted her head to follow a particularly bright line across the view.
[member="Hira Mitsae"]