A Human Body

[Riamah]

The budding pilot had just gotten herself a new ship. New to her at least and was out taking it for a spin around the system. Dodging through the various shipping lanes and probably causing traffic control a bit of a headache, she quickly sped out further. Once she was clear of the atmosphere and out in space itself, she shut her engines down to idle and sat back to enjoy the view offered to her.

She loved the feel of space around her and cherished this moment of freedom. Duty would soon be back around her and she would need to return to school. Right now all her homework was done and it was the weekend. It was a time to relax, fly around and then drinks after.

It was a good thing she had a few connections and could get those drinks. With the thought of those on her mind, she ended her quick flight around the system and returned to Corellia. Causing just as many traffic control headaches as she had on her way out, she brought her ship in. Once she broke the atmosphere though, she followed their directions as much as her nature allowed and landed her ship in the proper spot.

Climbing out, she headed into her favorite cantina and sat down at the bar. Ordering her drink, she looked around at the crowd around her. Not expecting to meet anybody here, she was open to approach.

Not at all wearing her school uniform, she was dressed as a civvy and her hair was wild mess of color. Hanging her hip was a knife and on her other was blaster. Nothing extraordinary and everything within legal limits though. Her top was a sleeveless jacket that was black leather, her pants matched along with her ankle boots.

[member="Vanessa Vantai"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Elizabeth Folly"]

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd assume Serena Onyx had come back from the dead." A chuckle would come from her side - it was another patron at the bar, a blonde who currently was in the middle of downing a purple-colored shot of what was sure to be some kind of pernicious brew. "Wrong hair color, though." She smiled. "Interesting to see a colorful personality afloat here. What's your name?" The stranger would inquire.

All the while, she would be sensing, trying to feel whether or not this person was a Force User.

 

[Riamah]

The teen turned her head at the voice and then shook it slightly. Her drink arrived and she took about half of it down before addressing the other woman.

"Is that a name I should be familiar with?"

A hand lifted and picked up an end of her hair and then pulled it slowly through her fingers until it dropped back into place on her shoulder.

"You drink matches my hair."

With that statement, she took the last half of her own and ordered another.

"Elizabeth. You?"

[member="Vanessa Vantai"]