Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
Things were starting to look more promising for Kira.
At least in terms of not being hunted down by pirates that was.
Almost five months had past since Kaia and herself had blasted their way off Lothal and Kira had found herself introduced into the wonderful world of wider galactic politics. First of all she had found a home within the sect known as the underground, a group of like-minded fringe elements trying to do good in the galaxy and then she had been swept up as the Underground had semi-evolved into a full pledged Alliance with it’s own holdings and the like.
Was it getting a bit too much for the small girl from Lothal?
Yep.
So she had removed herself from the never ending military talk, slipped through the gaps and disappeared off the grid for a while. It was time for her and Rollie to get back to business and do what they had set out to do before getting distracted by the galaxy in peril.
She had managed to borrow a ship, a cheap hauler that wouldn’t be missed by the Galactic Alliance and had set a course for the Besh Gorgon System in the Mid Rim where deep along the Perlemian Trade Route she would find the place that had been muttered by her once dear mentor.
“The Wheel.”
It had appeared before her the second the hauler had exited shakily from Hyperspace. The enormous, circular hub and spoke style space station slowly spinning in what seemed to be it’s own orbit.
“Unidentified Hauler please state your identification codes.” The voice was that off the station’s shipping control, a usual diversion before docking.
“TT-two-seven.” Kira responded. “Intending for daily stay and re-fueling.”
Only silence followed. Kira however had said the magic word among these type of stations. Each one of them made their wealth off the sale of fuel. “Copy that TT-two-seven. Docking bay twelve. Enjoy your stay.”
The ship was safely docked and all prices paid for by her own pocket as to not allow much trace back to the Alliance itself. It was best this way, no need to apply more pressure to a cause that hadn’t truly met its potential yet. Kira herself however, she was more expendable.
The original space station that was known as the Wheel had been decommissioned around four hundred years ago, its age getting the better of it and the superstructure falling slowly apart. Then along came a small company by the name of IsoTech. IsoTech launched a new station and it now stands as a fantastic monument to everything outer-rim.
How Kira actually remembered that was beyond her?
The name IsoTech matched the words along the door in front of her. Inside would be the name said to her by the last man to know where to get what she was looking for.
Reom.
At least in terms of not being hunted down by pirates that was.
Almost five months had past since Kaia and herself had blasted their way off Lothal and Kira had found herself introduced into the wonderful world of wider galactic politics. First of all she had found a home within the sect known as the underground, a group of like-minded fringe elements trying to do good in the galaxy and then she had been swept up as the Underground had semi-evolved into a full pledged Alliance with it’s own holdings and the like.
Was it getting a bit too much for the small girl from Lothal?
Yep.
So she had removed herself from the never ending military talk, slipped through the gaps and disappeared off the grid for a while. It was time for her and Rollie to get back to business and do what they had set out to do before getting distracted by the galaxy in peril.
She had managed to borrow a ship, a cheap hauler that wouldn’t be missed by the Galactic Alliance and had set a course for the Besh Gorgon System in the Mid Rim where deep along the Perlemian Trade Route she would find the place that had been muttered by her once dear mentor.
“The Wheel.”
It had appeared before her the second the hauler had exited shakily from Hyperspace. The enormous, circular hub and spoke style space station slowly spinning in what seemed to be it’s own orbit.
“Unidentified Hauler please state your identification codes.” The voice was that off the station’s shipping control, a usual diversion before docking.
“TT-two-seven.” Kira responded. “Intending for daily stay and re-fueling.”
Only silence followed. Kira however had said the magic word among these type of stations. Each one of them made their wealth off the sale of fuel. “Copy that TT-two-seven. Docking bay twelve. Enjoy your stay.”
The ship was safely docked and all prices paid for by her own pocket as to not allow much trace back to the Alliance itself. It was best this way, no need to apply more pressure to a cause that hadn’t truly met its potential yet. Kira herself however, she was more expendable.
The original space station that was known as the Wheel had been decommissioned around four hundred years ago, its age getting the better of it and the superstructure falling slowly apart. Then along came a small company by the name of IsoTech. IsoTech launched a new station and it now stands as a fantastic monument to everything outer-rim.
How Kira actually remembered that was beyond her?
The name IsoTech matched the words along the door in front of her. Inside would be the name said to her by the last man to know where to get what she was looking for.
Reom.