Private Summer Internship

[Persephone Dashiell]

HYPERSPACE

Kiran Arlos
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Idly, in the throws of hyperspace, she wondered why she didn't have her own personal vessel.

Persephone didn't fly, she was taking lessons with Makai's mother, but that was besides the point. Zee could fly. Zee took her nearly everywhere she needed to go. Yet it was always a rotating vessel. Never Myra's - apparently there had been an issue with it years ago and she was quite protective - but there were enough ships between the family businesses that she bounced around in.

Today was an Arceneau Trade freighter. Her summer internship with the company was in full swing, but so was a summer project for her educational journey. It had become the bright idea of her parents to combine the two. Persephone would join a crew mapping new hyperlanes and trying to find its collapse. While assisting the crew, she would be bouncing back to Thule and possibly a small planet called Haffrin. Information she had gleaned on Tython indicated a vast wealth of information somewhere in the area.

True? Always difficult to say. The more she dug the more it seemed there was a great deal built on half-truths and riddles. Or hidden deep to where only the most devout or highest up in the religion would be able to access. Which meant a lot of breaking into places she didn't belong in pursuit of the arts and sciences.

They were mere hours away from their first stop. No where near Haffrin, but then again this also was a internship trip.

 

[Kiran Arlos]

It wasn't too long ago that he was travelling from struggling, going from place to place to make a credit. Just so he would be able to eat and drink. On the occasion dodging a hunter here ore there. And he was aboard a Arceneau Trade Freighter. He showered and was provided some fresh clothes, they were of the same style that he was used to. It wasn't anything fancy, and that wasn't what he was looking for.

He figured Persephone Dashiell had maybe put in a good word for him, maybe.

Probably not.

Or perhaps they just took pity on him. Either way, it was working out good for him. He still had all of his things, and that was good enough for him. Most of his possessions were important to him. In particular he had a picture of his family, that was the most important.

He was assigned to assist Persephone directly with her task, do any leg work that was needed. Kiran did have a hand in that as he requested this particular detail. She was really the only person he had an acquaintance with other than Makai.

Freshly dressed and ready for work, however it seemed it would be a few hours before their next stop. He find a seat next to Persephone and sat down.

"Hey you, How's it going? You excited for the first stop?" Kiran inquired politely, showing Persie a small smile before looking ahead.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

HYPERSPACE

"Hey you, How's it going? You excited for the first stop?" Kiran inquired politely, showing Persie a small smile before looking ahead.

Lost in her own thoughts, Persephone felt his presence sit next to her before really registering it. Their project was one out of her scope - charting a small 'backdoor' hyperlane for Arceneau Trade. Most years her internship had been fashion related - overseeing textile acquisiton for Browncoat Industrials line of armor. She was learning a different side of the business now, the one that raked in the most money. Persephone wasn't an idiot, she was put on this due to short staffing of the hyperlane crisis. Otherwise it might have been more textile work.

Finally she looked at the person next to her. The guy from Salar's Rest. She wasn't completely surprised to see him. Arceneau Trade and her adoptive parents respective companies were working to hire refugees and more younger sentients to grow in the business. Almost experimental like, but upheaval made it a perfect time to try.

"I'm doing alright, thank you."

Shoulders shrugged at the mention of their first stop.

"How have you been?"

Kiran Arlos