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*The recording device zooms in and out, attempting to focus on the cold blue blur outside the ship’s window, left by stars as they are passed by in hyperspace. The blur is suddenly blocked by a slender green back, black hair pulled into a loose braid and slung over one bare shoulder. A shirt is pulled on and Vyen’a turns, settling into the chair and looking out the windows in front of her, face recorded in profile.*
Sometimes when I’m with the Seventh, I forget how much I like this. Just me and my ship and the infinite possibilities of space stretched out before us. No one to tell me where to go or what to do or when to be anywhere, other than whatever schedule I’ve set up for myself.
It’s freedom at its absolute best.
*She grins, reaching off-visual range, and returns with a cigarette and small lighter. The cigarette is lit with a quick flick of her wrist and she leans back after taking a long inhale, slowly blowing smoke toward the ceiling in a curling ribbon before talking again.*
Things are getting weirdly tense all over, in ways both good and bad. New faces keep coming into the Seventh; I’m having trouble keeping track of them. I might not be force sensitive but I’m a damn good judge of character, and I’m still not sure about some of these new guys.
The rakghoul plague outbreak on Tatooine had everyone on edge; I’m not sure if that stress has cleared out yet. I could see the worry - the memories of the time on Taris - etches on Jerax’s face. on Bald’s face. Bald especially. Now that it’s been eradicated and beat into the Dune Sea, hopefully things will calm.
*She takes another drag of the cigarette, shaking her head with a laugh.*
Fucking Bald. How the hell did he manage to fall in love with a little girl that completely tangled up in the Empire? At least she’s not an actual Sith. Or worse, one of their fucking agents. Still, though, that girl is a hot mess and horrible news. No good can come of this. Mark my words.
It’s a damn shame she’s so sweet. Scared of her own shadow. Not sure how she made it so far as a hunter, but that intel I patched together explains most of it. Poor kid. Bald always did sort of seem the type to want to find someone to rescue, though. One of those things that makes him endearing.
*She studies the glowing red tip of her cigarette, frown tugging at the corner of her mouth.*
I hope when he transfers out in a few weeks, going back to his old unit, that she’s forgotten and it all blows over and he’s got his head on straight when he gets back.
Poor kids. Both of ‘em.
*She shrugs with a sigh, taking another drag.*
Guess I’m lucky as balls to have Jerax in that case. Can’t wait to take him to Corellia. I think I get to meet his folks and everything.
*She smiles softly, shaking her head.*
I’m definitely not the take home to mom type. That’ll be interesting.
But first, I gotta get this shipment back to the base on Voss. The new people have brought with them all sorts of new and interesting problems, from broken arms to a weird cough that sounds less than pleasant.
And then I gotta get over to Nar Shaddaa for some of my own personal supplies.
All in a day’s work, I guess.
*She grins, turning to face the camera for the first time, and winks coyly before reaching across the empty space toward it, sending the feed to static.*
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