Yusana Fenni
A truly neutral INTJ.
Aboard Shamira Karuto's Heavy Transport
Hyperspace, En Route to Korriban
Yusana lay flat on her bunk, which was no more than a small compartment with a light and a mattress. There were probably more comfortable beds elsewhere, but those felt more like luxuries the Echani'd been taught since youth not to indulge in, lest they spoiled her and sabotaged her austere upbringing. For now at least, this little space with its luminescent lighting would suffice. In many ways, it felt like home.
It had been 5 days since they left, and by now all 250 of her Zhabokas had found their respective buyers. They were now en route to that ancient homeworld of the Sith, going after an artifact that had haunted her since she first heard about it. Up until now she had decided to keep hush about the exact nature of the thing from [member=Shamira Karuto], but she suspected that at some point the youth would grow tired of the Echani's habit of circling hard subjects through fanciful mechanisms of speech. She'd removed her cloak hours ago, just before she tried to get some rest. It now hung from a hook at the base of her bunk, along with her holstered blasters, utility belt, Zhaboka and Baragwin Assault Blade. It was quite the load for an Echani to be carrying around, and Yusana intended to enjoy this little freedom of being unencumbered by all of that, at least for the time being.
She quietly turned to Sha, who was lying down on a bunk of her own on the other side of the narrow walkway. Not being quite sure whether the Togruta was awake, she allowed herself to smile a little. The Togruta was spirited, and in the past 5 days had become quite the warm acquaintance. She was quick to pick up on the subtleties of trading underground beyond the long arm of the law and the prying eyes of planetary governments, and for that the Echani saw it fitting to give her a small share of the profits - a small fortune in and of itself and no paltry amount.
"I wonder what the Force tells you now", she softly mumbled.
Hyperspace, En Route to Korriban
Yusana lay flat on her bunk, which was no more than a small compartment with a light and a mattress. There were probably more comfortable beds elsewhere, but those felt more like luxuries the Echani'd been taught since youth not to indulge in, lest they spoiled her and sabotaged her austere upbringing. For now at least, this little space with its luminescent lighting would suffice. In many ways, it felt like home.
It had been 5 days since they left, and by now all 250 of her Zhabokas had found their respective buyers. They were now en route to that ancient homeworld of the Sith, going after an artifact that had haunted her since she first heard about it. Up until now she had decided to keep hush about the exact nature of the thing from [member=Shamira Karuto], but she suspected that at some point the youth would grow tired of the Echani's habit of circling hard subjects through fanciful mechanisms of speech. She'd removed her cloak hours ago, just before she tried to get some rest. It now hung from a hook at the base of her bunk, along with her holstered blasters, utility belt, Zhaboka and Baragwin Assault Blade. It was quite the load for an Echani to be carrying around, and Yusana intended to enjoy this little freedom of being unencumbered by all of that, at least for the time being.
She quietly turned to Sha, who was lying down on a bunk of her own on the other side of the narrow walkway. Not being quite sure whether the Togruta was awake, she allowed herself to smile a little. The Togruta was spirited, and in the past 5 days had become quite the warm acquaintance. She was quick to pick up on the subtleties of trading underground beyond the long arm of the law and the prying eyes of planetary governments, and for that the Echani saw it fitting to give her a small share of the profits - a small fortune in and of itself and no paltry amount.
"I wonder what the Force tells you now", she softly mumbled.