Private Unthawed

[Iona Starchaser]

Location : Nordra | Weapons : Force Pike | Interacting With : Joren Vale

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Disorientated, Iona sloshed through the icy slush, half-frozen and half-blind.

How she came to be unthawed from carbonite and managed an escape was still hazy. Voices had drifted in and out, a potential terrorist organization named the Ithorian Foreign Legion somehow was logged into her memory. Between vomiting, the vertigo, and passing out multiple times Iona wasn't sure how she got on a transport out. She had been dumped out of the cargo hold the minute landing gear touched down.

At least by this point she was half-way able to see.

With shaky hands she reached a dataterminal. Information was typed in to check if anyone had tried contacting her across the HoloNet. Not even Balun had, her supposed friend at one time or another. Standing there, Iona blinked back the tears stinging her still tender eyes. It had been clear she hadn't been missed. How long had she even been gone? Iona didn't have the time to look at the data terminal too hard and see her last log in date.

Navigating elsewhere, away from the nonexistent messages (at least McYoda's had spammed her inbox), the woman went to withdraw funds from her account. Still active and still with credits. She would need them to get off this rock and go...where? Finding a place to go was the last of her concerns. It was even more tempting to never return anywhere but at this point she was getting ahead of herself.

Pocketing her credits, Iona weakly entered the covered spaceport. First order of business was buying a hot tea from an elderly woman looking to capitalize on commercial traffic entering the area. Lonely spacers who wanted a reminder of home.

Taking the tea with a tiny thank you, Iona barely sipped it. Her stomach was still doing barrel rolls, making her wonder how long the sickness from the carbonite was supposed to last.

She needed to look strong or at least capable soon. Iona wanted passage off this rock and no one was going to take a passenger that looked like she would die mid hyperspace jump.

 

[Joren Vale]

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"The sooner we're off this forsaken world, the better."

Joren tucked on the collar of his jacket as a wave of cold air struck his skin and grumbled under his breath. He hated the cold, always had. But good money could be made where most wouldn't dare to set foot, which his companion reminded him of with a set of clever chirps.

"Yeah, I know we need the credits," Joren muttered, his gaze snapping to his old friend with a hint of annoyance. R7 had been with him since the day he left his home behind, so while annoying at times, Joren was quite fond of the sarcastic composition of parts and programming.

"Let's at least grab a bite before we leave, though," Joren added, feeling his stomach growl and turn over. "We've seen a different spaceport every day for the last two weeks, and I'm getting tired of on-board rations just to be on our way a little faster."

R7 was about to chirp in protest when Joren raised a finger to cut him off, "You don't need to eat, so zip it." He grinned despite the angry noises coming from the astromech, and turned away to scan the spaceport around him. He quickly sighed at his options, placed a hand on his belt and idly tapped his fingers against the side of his blaster pistol.

Nothing here looked particularly appealing to him, but not just his options for a meal looked grim. The people looked just as somber. He couldn't spot a single smile or laugh, and suspected that most only passed by this place, to leave as soon as they were able to.

"Well..." he scratched at the back of his neck and looked down at his companion, "Let's just try the cantina." He smirked, patted R7's dome and started walking.

 

[Iona Starchaser]

Location : Nordra | Weapons : Force Pike | Interacting With : Joren Vale
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For Iona, walking on a good day was a dangerous proposition. She found she had always been a little clumsy despite Force and combat training. Another reason why she never became some type of famous Jedi - falling over her own feet. Now add in the fact she was still trying to get over her blindness from being in carbonite and disaster was waiting.

Sipping her tea, Iona squinted at the vessels she was slowly walking past, trying to see if anyone was looking for passengers. Often crews would stand outside and ask, it was one of the ways she had found passage before as a younger teenager. Maybe it was the cold or her blindness but she was coming up short.

So distracted in trying to find passage, the young Mirilian wasn't looking in front of her, not that she could see much, and slammed hard onto something metal. Tea went flying out of her hand, the cup soaring over whatever metal thing she just ran in to. An indignant series of chips and chirps. She had ran into a droid.

"Sorry my friend. Are you okay?"