Being on the constant look out for safe havens was at times exhausting. Not only were there jobs to do in between for these sleazy Hutts, but then there was the actual job of packing things up and moving what was left of Galaar's clan. Eventually they were going to need a place, a permanent place that would house them and keep them protected from whatever foul deal that had been made. Running constantly wasn't doing anyone any good, not to mention it was eating through resources like no one's business.
A fact that had Calixte back in Hutt space, whether she liked it or not - and she did not. But, she had taken a job, a quick and easy hunt that she had already turned in and gotten paid for. Not a whole lot, but it would definitely replenish some much needed supplies for the clan. It was done, and over with, and she could head back to the others now.
Or at least...that had been the plan...
A far too familiar ship had caught her sights, and it stopped the redheaded vixen dead in her tracks. She half turned, scoffed noisily, then shook her head and marched that way. There was a bit of heat in her steps, but not the sort that would cause her to start blasting holes in the damned thing with her blaster. No, instead she stopped short of where the ramp would open up and laid her hands against her hips. For quite a long moment she stared, just stared, and then her head shook again and she was quick to open a comm link so that she could send a short and sweet message.
["Long time no see. Get back to your ship."]
Hell, he may have been inside, she didn't know. But if he wasn't? Well, she knew he would make his way back now.
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Tag: | Mavrek Kordalas |
A fact that had Calixte back in Hutt space, whether she liked it or not - and she did not. But, she had taken a job, a quick and easy hunt that she had already turned in and gotten paid for. Not a whole lot, but it would definitely replenish some much needed supplies for the clan. It was done, and over with, and she could head back to the others now.
Or at least...that had been the plan...
A far too familiar ship had caught her sights, and it stopped the redheaded vixen dead in her tracks. She half turned, scoffed noisily, then shook her head and marched that way. There was a bit of heat in her steps, but not the sort that would cause her to start blasting holes in the damned thing with her blaster. No, instead she stopped short of where the ramp would open up and laid her hands against her hips. For quite a long moment she stared, just stared, and then her head shook again and she was quick to open a comm link so that she could send a short and sweet message.
["Long time no see. Get back to your ship."]
Hell, he may have been inside, she didn't know. But if he wasn't? Well, she knew he would make his way back now.
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Tag: | Mavrek Kordalas |