soft epilogue
[SIZE=11pt]Chandrila, Silver Sea, Mid-Morning[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Near Landing Platform OB-99[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If Loske and [member="Isar Kislo"] had the benefit of growing up together in the circumstances of what many would call a “normal” childhood, she imagined it would be much like the previous few hours had been. At least, fragments of it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]She’d managed to get him to reminisce about Naboo, and they shared stories about each of their times on the planet. Once, Loske had been in the same vicinity as her father without knowing who he was and he’d reprimanded her in public. Just goes to show his personality, she supposed. Isar’s experience with Naboo was a lot more..intimate. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Both in knowing who his family was, and with a friend. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A friend that happened to already be close to their family, he’d divulged she was the daughter of the acclaimed Sword of the Jedi, Aaralyn Rekali -- at which point Loske went down a rabbit hole into researching the woman and seeing that Aaralyn and Kiskla Grayson had a history of being sisters on the battlefield. She’d gotten lost in the fables, curled up in her bunk with her terminal too-close to her eyes. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And, ultimately, after a lot of brooding and irritating sibling back-and-forth, Isar had divulged that there was a romantic entanglement that had left him in a romantic, proverbial, cliff hanging situation. This woman had done a really good job of ghosting him, and as Loske would find out, most sentients. [member="Mira Rekali"] had disappeared.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Frank had been tasked with seeking an electronic trail, he was a better slicer than she was. She wasn’t terrible, but she was more a mechanic than a technical guru. All the intersecting lines were enough for her to try and track down, and create an outgoing signal loud enough to at least bounce off several triangulating transmitters. After all, she had no idea on proximity. All she had was a name, and it was an alias at best. But this person was the last lead she had to finding a Mira Rekali..[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Loske decided her own call sign was a good enough alias for this instance. The internet could be a weird place. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And so, resting one arm behind her head and her long body sprawled on the nose of her X-Wing, she let her leg dangle over the side as she sent a message into the ether of cyberworld. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Below her, quite opposite from any sort of electronic construct, the waves on the Chandrilan Silver Sea lapped steadily. Her cockpit was cracked open, letting her selected background album play music to set the mood. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]To: Valkyrie [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]From: Friendly Blue [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Seeking a hunter for a Force-User bounty. Need them alive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Highly classified. Heard you were the best. Can you meet?[/SIZE]
