Post by astrja on Dec 4, 2007 22:57:00 GMT -5
Corelian run, a few parsec after the Mid Rim limits, toward the Arkanis system:
The dark, deep shadow of the desert of space. A black arrow offer a variation. The hyperdrive running gently, the FinalSorrow was making it’s way through the uninhabited stars. The astrogate was chosen with care, calculated twice, as Astrja wanted it.
The light system on the Modified Sith Freighter was removed before their take off: a dead weight. They were replaced by phosphorescent stripes and commands, the fewer the better. Painted black, the ship had all of and abandoned, yet fine looking ship.
Siting in an ornate chair in her room, Astrja meditated on the possibilities offered:
Tatooine was full of possibilities, the cantina was full of mercenaries, so finding and employer would be a piece of cake. Using her powers, she could also make money on bets, a popular activity. The Hutt could also prove to be an interesting source of money. Crime, debauchery and slavery was the main source of money for half of the population of this planet... along with moisture farms.
Making money there would be an easy task... far too easy. If boredom took her, she could also test herself in these famous desert. This would prove an excellent training exercise for her apprentice. She wanted to have a test on the reputation of these krayt dragons...
In any cases, the Jedi, or other troublesome weak minded person would not find her on this dusty planet.
She would remain there only the time to refill their food rations and maybe pay herself a few modifications on her ship.
Boredom took her, she went down to the future cell block her apprentice was working on, eager to find some action... Setzh needed training anyway.
The dark, deep shadow of the desert of space. A black arrow offer a variation. The hyperdrive running gently, the FinalSorrow was making it’s way through the uninhabited stars. The astrogate was chosen with care, calculated twice, as Astrja wanted it.
The light system on the Modified Sith Freighter was removed before their take off: a dead weight. They were replaced by phosphorescent stripes and commands, the fewer the better. Painted black, the ship had all of and abandoned, yet fine looking ship.
Siting in an ornate chair in her room, Astrja meditated on the possibilities offered:
Tatooine was full of possibilities, the cantina was full of mercenaries, so finding and employer would be a piece of cake. Using her powers, she could also make money on bets, a popular activity. The Hutt could also prove to be an interesting source of money. Crime, debauchery and slavery was the main source of money for half of the population of this planet... along with moisture farms.
Making money there would be an easy task... far too easy. If boredom took her, she could also test herself in these famous desert. This would prove an excellent training exercise for her apprentice. She wanted to have a test on the reputation of these krayt dragons...
In any cases, the Jedi, or other troublesome weak minded person would not find her on this dusty planet.
She would remain there only the time to refill their food rations and maybe pay herself a few modifications on her ship.
Boredom took her, she went down to the future cell block her apprentice was working on, eager to find some action... Setzh needed training anyway.