Saria Messoa
A Farm Girl
Saria never expected finding her place in the galaxy would be easy, but she never expected it to be this hard. She was still a young woman coming from a small planet in a big galaxy, with hardly any experience contacting outsiders. She left, without really thinking about how it would affect her to have so little to her name, and now the young woman was paying for it dearly. She lived hand to mouth, from whatever job she could get paid for to the next. Most of it was shipping, but she had also taken some less-than-legal offers for piracy lately. She was getting desperate, enough so to break the law like that and put herself in danger.
Her ship the Crusty Boon came out of hyperspace with a lurch over Voss. Her delicate fingers quickly moved over the control panel, making adjustments and lowering the ship towards the surface.
Qiilura had been rather isolated, but they had legends of the beings called Jedi that she had heard as much as any child growing up. When she got older, she dismissed them too, like her peers as stories like dragons, fairies, and so on. But through her brief travels, Saria had learned they were indeed, very real, far from mythological tales like she had been lead to believe. The legends said they were infinitely wise and able to move massive ships with a mere thought or heal the near dead with a wave of their hand. But still, they were kind and gentle enough to even care for the smallest of birds and the weakest of children.
That's what brought her here. If even half the myths she heard were true, they'd be able to help her. Saria had so many questions she wanted answered, and if they could help, then she'd be better for it. How was she able to cure Fellhorel of her cancer? Why could she hear and feel other people's emotions and thoughts? What was her place in this galaxy?
The Crusty Boon gave a jolt as they entered atmosphere. And she needed fuel--and food. She didn't care if she had to scrub every floor on the planet and wash every dish, Saria needed something to eat as well. She was barely living from hand to mouth as it is.
The Boon settled on the duracrete landing platform with a groan. Saria tentatively stepped out into the open, her loose-fitting white tee-shirt hanging off her form in contrast with her black leggings that clung to her legs with deefinition. Saria didn't see or hear anyone at all, but she could feel some through this massive stone temple-like place. Her knee-high boots clacked across the duracrete floor as she stepped into the open, "Hello? Is anyone there?"
[member="Stephanie Swail"]
Her ship the Crusty Boon came out of hyperspace with a lurch over Voss. Her delicate fingers quickly moved over the control panel, making adjustments and lowering the ship towards the surface.
Qiilura had been rather isolated, but they had legends of the beings called Jedi that she had heard as much as any child growing up. When she got older, she dismissed them too, like her peers as stories like dragons, fairies, and so on. But through her brief travels, Saria had learned they were indeed, very real, far from mythological tales like she had been lead to believe. The legends said they were infinitely wise and able to move massive ships with a mere thought or heal the near dead with a wave of their hand. But still, they were kind and gentle enough to even care for the smallest of birds and the weakest of children.
That's what brought her here. If even half the myths she heard were true, they'd be able to help her. Saria had so many questions she wanted answered, and if they could help, then she'd be better for it. How was she able to cure Fellhorel of her cancer? Why could she hear and feel other people's emotions and thoughts? What was her place in this galaxy?
The Crusty Boon gave a jolt as they entered atmosphere. And she needed fuel--and food. She didn't care if she had to scrub every floor on the planet and wash every dish, Saria needed something to eat as well. She was barely living from hand to mouth as it is.
The Boon settled on the duracrete landing platform with a groan. Saria tentatively stepped out into the open, her loose-fitting white tee-shirt hanging off her form in contrast with her black leggings that clung to her legs with deefinition. Saria didn't see or hear anyone at all, but she could feel some through this massive stone temple-like place. Her knee-high boots clacked across the duracrete floor as she stepped into the open, "Hello? Is anyone there?"
[member="Stephanie Swail"]