noah zratis

fa-play fa-pause Efret's X-wing touched down lightly onto the hangar bay's floor. As the canopy opened towards the ceiling on its hydraulic arms, Nirrah hopped from the dashboard and fluttered onto the fighter's long nose. "I know, me too," she commented to the convor. Space travel was taxing...

fa-play fa-pause "Why not?" Efret ran a hand through her hair before setting her elbow back on the table. She rested her thumbpad and side of her pointer finger on her jawline. Contrary to the thoughtful air that her body language gave, she had decided on her stance some time ago. Perhaps...