A New Journey

[Wendelay Fomixam]

[member="Kalous Anson"] ~ [member="Velox Argenthon"]


Coccina gazed about her, amazed at the population for the eleventh time. Two hours ago, a merchant had dropped Velox and herself off on Centares. The journey had lasted a week, and Coccina was honestly glad to be back on a planet. However, she currently had more pressing matters to attend to than relief. She and her brother were trying to find a safe place to stay. The problem was their instant mistrust of everyone. But a place to stay was mandatory for the twins.

She glanced at Velox. Just by his face, she could tell her was worried about a place to stay, food, money, people, her.....it actually started becoming annoying.

"Velox," Coccina rested a hand on his should. He stopped and turned his gaze to his smaller sister. "Don't worry. We'll survive. We always have." She added in a reassuring smile. They had survived the murder of their family, lived on Dathomir for many years, and traveled here to Centares safely. They could survive a few days until passage to another planet.

 

[Pietronard Fomixam]

[member="Kalous Anson"] [member="Coccina Argenthon"]


People passed by. Everyone was going about their business. No one noticed the brother and sister walking in the midst of them. They were just two small strangers who weren't a concern to anyone else. For Velox, however, his eyes took in everything, noticing little details here and there. He was also looking for a place to stay, of course. A new planet, new people, new troubles. He wondered if his sister and he would ever find where they belong. They even stood out a bit on Dathomir. Especially him. At least people were friendly there. This planet seemed quite different.

Velox tried to calculate in his head where their greatest chance of finding a hotel was, how to get their next meal, and the money to take another ship out of Centares. He needed to have things laid out in his brain. He needed to know what lay ahead. Right now, Velox was stressed by the fact that they had nowhere to go. Coccina pulled him back to the present.

He sighed to what she said. They had been through a lot. Too much for young children. "I know, Coccina. But living would be great too." He caught the small smirk on her face. She thought the same way. At least whatever happened, they'd be together.

 

[Kalous Anson]

Centares, a planet on the edges of the Mid Rim, this was Kalous latest stop in search for work. He had been on a journey that seemed to encompass one end of the known galaxy to the other and Centares was his last stop before venturing out to the wilds of the Outer Rim. His entire trip had been filled with bumps and bruises, but nothing he couldn't handle, and the only unfortunate part was living from paycheck to paycheck on this voyage. This hand-to-mouth mentality took a heavy load and placed it, firmly, upon Kalous' back. He wasn't used to the dire straits that his life now inhabited.

It was soon after he had landed the "Idiot Box" at the local spaceport--another hefty parking fee--that he began his walk around the city. There had to be a bounty board, a cantina, a guild of some sort that could help him find a contract to make a few credits. He wasn't looking for anything in particular but he just needed something to get him by until he could make it to the--relatively lawless--Outer Rim. That was where most of the bounty hunters he had heard of made the most of their credits by working for the Hutts and other various crime bosses.

And so there he was, meandering through streets and alleyways, trying to search for his next meal ticket. Meal ticket was the most appropriate description of what he wanted--as his stomach began to grumble--and so the cantina would be his first stop on his journey though Centares.

[member="Coccina Argenthon"] [member="Velox Argenthon"]