The Iron Star, what a lovely place it was…
Of course, that thought was dripping with sarcasm as Aaralyn leaned back into the booth and propped her feet up onto the grimy table. How she ever managed to find her way into the slums of Vanjervalis was beyond her. It was supposed to be a simple job that somehow got complicated. Rescue a Rendili Stardrive Engineer who was being held ransom by some pirates – turns out that he was engineering the whole ordeal to get more money from Rendili. Aaralyn sighed softly as she watched him from a distance in the dark corner, occasionally shifting her violet gaze from patron to patron as they moved about. Her fingers delicately grasped the short glass within their confines as she lifted it up to her lips, the murky green liquid sloshing around within.
“Well, it could be worse. Boring like the days of old...” She muttered to herself as she took a sip of the bitter ale. The old days she referred to were the days of the Old Republic that she had studied and read about, the days she was told that the Jedi were evil – despite all they had done. Back then, she was a young girl who never really bought into the Imperial propaganda machine. It was most likely one of the reasons she got into so much trouble back on Corellia. She took another sip of the murky liquid, staring through the shimmering alcohol at the bottom of the faded glass as she finished off the drink. She slowly set it down as the memory of Marek Raten came to pass through her mind, and for the first time in a while, she thought back to times of simplicity.
Marek was quite the one to bicker about something. He would always get into it with someone, about something. It didn’t matter if it was about the drink of choice when they stopped off in between missions. One day, during his usual bickering with the locals on docking fees, Aaralyn stepped in and interjected and the exchange to this day was quite amusing…
17 Years After the Battle of Yavin.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be now…eh?” He had said in a thick accent, drawn from the far reaches of the Outer Rim. “Ya think cause you’re some Jedi that you can get your big girl panties on and fight with the boys, eh?”
Aaralyn remembered laughing, half expecting him to stop her right there in her tracks or even bait her further into the argument – but that wasn’t how it was going to be…not this time.
“Who ever said I wore panties? You manage to finally sneak a holocam into my quarters?” She fired back.
The look on the faces of the local docking station workers and Marek was worth its weight in credits, and the stunned silence was enough to give her the notion that she had won that round. Aaralyn merely winked and gave Marek a mock two finger salute before moving back towards the ship – There was work to be done.
Present Day.
Aaralyn crossed her legs at the ankles as she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position within the booth in the corner. By the looks of the employee from Rendili and how he was living it up with the ladies of the night.
This would get interesting.
Of course, that thought was dripping with sarcasm as Aaralyn leaned back into the booth and propped her feet up onto the grimy table. How she ever managed to find her way into the slums of Vanjervalis was beyond her. It was supposed to be a simple job that somehow got complicated. Rescue a Rendili Stardrive Engineer who was being held ransom by some pirates – turns out that he was engineering the whole ordeal to get more money from Rendili. Aaralyn sighed softly as she watched him from a distance in the dark corner, occasionally shifting her violet gaze from patron to patron as they moved about. Her fingers delicately grasped the short glass within their confines as she lifted it up to her lips, the murky green liquid sloshing around within.
“Well, it could be worse. Boring like the days of old...” She muttered to herself as she took a sip of the bitter ale. The old days she referred to were the days of the Old Republic that she had studied and read about, the days she was told that the Jedi were evil – despite all they had done. Back then, she was a young girl who never really bought into the Imperial propaganda machine. It was most likely one of the reasons she got into so much trouble back on Corellia. She took another sip of the murky liquid, staring through the shimmering alcohol at the bottom of the faded glass as she finished off the drink. She slowly set it down as the memory of Marek Raten came to pass through her mind, and for the first time in a while, she thought back to times of simplicity.
Marek was quite the one to bicker about something. He would always get into it with someone, about something. It didn’t matter if it was about the drink of choice when they stopped off in between missions. One day, during his usual bickering with the locals on docking fees, Aaralyn stepped in and interjected and the exchange to this day was quite amusing…
17 Years After the Battle of Yavin.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be now…eh?” He had said in a thick accent, drawn from the far reaches of the Outer Rim. “Ya think cause you’re some Jedi that you can get your big girl panties on and fight with the boys, eh?”
Aaralyn remembered laughing, half expecting him to stop her right there in her tracks or even bait her further into the argument – but that wasn’t how it was going to be…not this time.
“Who ever said I wore panties? You manage to finally sneak a holocam into my quarters?” She fired back.
The look on the faces of the local docking station workers and Marek was worth its weight in credits, and the stunned silence was enough to give her the notion that she had won that round. Aaralyn merely winked and gave Marek a mock two finger salute before moving back towards the ship – There was work to be done.
Present Day.
Aaralyn crossed her legs at the ankles as she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position within the booth in the corner. By the looks of the employee from Rendili and how he was living it up with the ladies of the night.
This would get interesting.