Dominik Sanmarco
Reincarnation
Crystaall took a long deep breath as she sat in the pilot seat of her YT-2400, the Saber Runner. It hasn't been modified at all, but it does receive repairs from time to time. They were sitting right over the planet Val'hala. Crystaall had her hands behind her head as she looked out the window. R4 was busy wailing and screaming as usual. To be honest, Crystaall had no idea where her business partner went off to. They didn't have an escape pod, well.... not a working one at least. Crystaall sat there for a few more moments before she decided to actually stand up and check what Luvarix was up to. Letting her hair flow freely down her back, Crys straightened her black jacket and walked out of the cockpit and into the main storage area of the ship. She immediately saw Luvarix polishing one of her weapons, a vibro-sword, and placed her hands on her hips. She let out a sharp whistle, grabbing Luva's attention instantly.
"This is your contact, not mine. What makes you think I'm just going to let you sit here and polish your sword?"
"A lot of things really. You're more of a diplomat than I am."
"Another sharp lie. Come on we need to get this done. We've been meaning to deal with this earlier, but someone wanted to go hunting longer than usual."
"It's not my fault it was an actual challenge."
"That just means you're rusty."
Both of the women walked back into the cockpit, Crystaall grabbing the pilot seat and Luva sitting comfortably in the co-pilot chair. Crystaall hit a few primers and then began to bring the ship toward the planet. She knew it wasn't going to be as easy as the man on the holo-call said it would be. With the kind of reputation she has on Coruscant and the Hunter title still something Luva held dearly, she was certain that this would be either extremely pricey, or something worse than a duel with a rancor.
"This is your contact, not mine. What makes you think I'm just going to let you sit here and polish your sword?"
"A lot of things really. You're more of a diplomat than I am."
"Another sharp lie. Come on we need to get this done. We've been meaning to deal with this earlier, but someone wanted to go hunting longer than usual."
"It's not my fault it was an actual challenge."
"That just means you're rusty."
Both of the women walked back into the cockpit, Crystaall grabbing the pilot seat and Luva sitting comfortably in the co-pilot chair. Crystaall hit a few primers and then began to bring the ship toward the planet. She knew it wasn't going to be as easy as the man on the holo-call said it would be. With the kind of reputation she has on Coruscant and the Hunter title still something Luva held dearly, she was certain that this would be either extremely pricey, or something worse than a duel with a rancor.
