Post by Meira on Jun 1, 2016 21:14:34 GMT -5
Brelor was already high in the sky, with Folor just peeking over the horizon. Any other hint of light in the night sky was blocked out by the haze of light pollution and the constant stream of vessels to and from the shipping yards. You had to go out to one of the smaller cities if you wanted to see the stars on Commenor. Lina, practical as she was, didn't really have an interest in star gazing.
She took a long drag off her cig, holding the smoke in her lungs until she could feel the tingle turn into a burn and then let it out in a long, slow stream. She held the thing between index and middle finger, thumb tapping lightly against the end with growing impatience. She bit down slightly on her lower lip, her sharp canine teeth flashing into view. There was little to feel. She looked down at the cig. Five tiny blue stars encircled the piece that connected the filter to the end of the cig, marking the brand which was known for lacing their tabac with the slightest touch of spice. It was just enough to get your attention, but not enough to make you useless. Lina favored it.
What she'd really favor at that moment though, was for this new blood son of a bantha to show up so they could get on their way. She'd been itching for something to do for weeks now. So when the news came around that their last spice shipment had gone missing, Lina was almost giddy. It didn't take long to convince her father to let her be the one to go out on this one, he'd been wanting her to take opportunities to show her versatility for some time.
She wanted to use her own guys, but daddy dearest thought it'd be a good idea to help a prospective new guy cut his teeth. She needed to widen her command anyway, so she didn't fight the subject too much. She did, however, insist on having Bones with her. At the end of the day, he was basically her personal body guard, so it only made sense that he come along. He was already on board the Manticore, lounging on one of the crew bunks.
She checked her chrono. He was late. What was his name again? something that sounded like razor, or laser or something like that? Whatever it was, he wasn't going to be winning any points for punctuality.
She took a long drag off her cig, holding the smoke in her lungs until she could feel the tingle turn into a burn and then let it out in a long, slow stream. She held the thing between index and middle finger, thumb tapping lightly against the end with growing impatience. She bit down slightly on her lower lip, her sharp canine teeth flashing into view. There was little to feel. She looked down at the cig. Five tiny blue stars encircled the piece that connected the filter to the end of the cig, marking the brand which was known for lacing their tabac with the slightest touch of spice. It was just enough to get your attention, but not enough to make you useless. Lina favored it.
What she'd really favor at that moment though, was for this new blood son of a bantha to show up so they could get on their way. She'd been itching for something to do for weeks now. So when the news came around that their last spice shipment had gone missing, Lina was almost giddy. It didn't take long to convince her father to let her be the one to go out on this one, he'd been wanting her to take opportunities to show her versatility for some time.
She wanted to use her own guys, but daddy dearest thought it'd be a good idea to help a prospective new guy cut his teeth. She needed to widen her command anyway, so she didn't fight the subject too much. She did, however, insist on having Bones with her. At the end of the day, he was basically her personal body guard, so it only made sense that he come along. He was already on board the Manticore, lounging on one of the crew bunks.
She checked her chrono. He was late. What was his name again? something that sounded like razor, or laser or something like that? Whatever it was, he wasn't going to be winning any points for punctuality.