Post by Captain Kalmar on Apr 24, 2012 18:40:07 GMT -5
I hate this place. I really do.
Anté was making her way through the crowds and was trying to remember what persuaded her to board a ship to such a location. Not only did she get almost immediately lost, but she managed to get a bounty hunter on her tail, which didn’t please her either. Dera Raesh’s ears were always opened to any rumours about her and she didn’t waste the credits when it came to tracking her favourite mechanic.
But she forgot I tracked people since I was a child. I know the mistakes they make.
She missed these times a lot. Missed the runs through forests, missed Master Lau’ran’s hiding games, she missed even his complains about her inability to focus. These times, however, were long gone and she was a miserable little hitch hiker who had to either hunt or crawl under the fuselages of spacecraft if she wanted to get some food. And work here was hard to get if she was to stay unnoticed. Oh sure, she has seen her own face (still the old face, though) on the streets a few times. But rumbling stomach was not Anté’s main concern at the moment – it was getting off the planet, somewhere far away from the haste of the streets she constantly cursed.
Her goal was soon to be fulfilled. Or at least she thought so. She has been watching one of the smaller hangars for a few days and every morning the ship was there, large enough to carry its daily cargo of fruits, but small enough as to have only two members of the crew, one of them being a droid. The plan was simple – when the droid was loading the ship and the pilot flirting with waitresses in the neighbouring cantina, she could slip in, hide in the cargo hold and fly wherever the ship went. Anything is better than Corellia. At least I can mark it on my map as one of these ‘no, thank you’ places.
When she reached the hangar, Anté hid behind one of the massive pillars as close to the ship of her choice as possible. She couldn’t see the droid, but her sense was telling her the pilot was no longer aboard. Oh, there you are, tinhead. The black feet of the droid clattered on the floor, its shiny eyes turned away as it made its way towards the stack of crates waiting on the far side of the hangar. The moment it was safely away, Anté ran quickly as she could, slipping through the metal door of the ship with a small stumble.
Even if she wasn’t used to the standard arrangement of similar ships, finding the cargo hold would be easy. The smell of the sweet fruit itself could guide her to it and Anté soon disappeared in its dark, cold insides. Her heart finally stopped racing when she was securely seated behind the large crates, holding one of the deliciously looking fruits in her hands and with a sigh of relief chewing on its soft pulp.
Now, off we may go!
Anté was making her way through the crowds and was trying to remember what persuaded her to board a ship to such a location. Not only did she get almost immediately lost, but she managed to get a bounty hunter on her tail, which didn’t please her either. Dera Raesh’s ears were always opened to any rumours about her and she didn’t waste the credits when it came to tracking her favourite mechanic.
But she forgot I tracked people since I was a child. I know the mistakes they make.
She missed these times a lot. Missed the runs through forests, missed Master Lau’ran’s hiding games, she missed even his complains about her inability to focus. These times, however, were long gone and she was a miserable little hitch hiker who had to either hunt or crawl under the fuselages of spacecraft if she wanted to get some food. And work here was hard to get if she was to stay unnoticed. Oh sure, she has seen her own face (still the old face, though) on the streets a few times. But rumbling stomach was not Anté’s main concern at the moment – it was getting off the planet, somewhere far away from the haste of the streets she constantly cursed.
Her goal was soon to be fulfilled. Or at least she thought so. She has been watching one of the smaller hangars for a few days and every morning the ship was there, large enough to carry its daily cargo of fruits, but small enough as to have only two members of the crew, one of them being a droid. The plan was simple – when the droid was loading the ship and the pilot flirting with waitresses in the neighbouring cantina, she could slip in, hide in the cargo hold and fly wherever the ship went. Anything is better than Corellia. At least I can mark it on my map as one of these ‘no, thank you’ places.
When she reached the hangar, Anté hid behind one of the massive pillars as close to the ship of her choice as possible. She couldn’t see the droid, but her sense was telling her the pilot was no longer aboard. Oh, there you are, tinhead. The black feet of the droid clattered on the floor, its shiny eyes turned away as it made its way towards the stack of crates waiting on the far side of the hangar. The moment it was safely away, Anté ran quickly as she could, slipping through the metal door of the ship with a small stumble.
Even if she wasn’t used to the standard arrangement of similar ships, finding the cargo hold would be easy. The smell of the sweet fruit itself could guide her to it and Anté soon disappeared in its dark, cold insides. Her heart finally stopped racing when she was securely seated behind the large crates, holding one of the deliciously looking fruits in her hands and with a sigh of relief chewing on its soft pulp.
Now, off we may go!