Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
Delila wasn't sure how she felt about being back in the real world. Realistically, she had known she couldn't have stayed on Wroona forever. It had been a thought, albeit a brief one. Long stretches of beaches, warm breezy weather and a private shack with her favorite Nautolan had been a dream. Yet being in the hyperlanes held appeal as well. They had been flying for so long and the Saegassum was their home - plus what would become of Skreech and Brak? Credits were also an issue, it wasn't as if their crew was wealthy - what were they, Jedi?! Well, Xin had some mystical powers but that hadn't seem to help with anything monetary. Didn't seem to help with much if you asked her but she wasn't about to rain on his parade.
Cloud City swung into view from her perch behind Xin and Brak in the cockpit. Skreech was behind her on the chair, his claws digging into the seat rest as always. Mind racked if she had even been to Bespin and Cloud City before. Possibly? If she had it had been very brief, nothing where she had been take in the sights. Not that this was some pleasure cruise. Work was on the agenda, even if they weren't sure what that work was yet.
"Looks pretty. Not like some of the slummy stations we normally stop at. Although I will say it looks far too good to be the headquarters for mining operations."
The monkey-lizard near her shoulder merely chirped a non-committal response, as if he was already bored with the entire crew being together once again.
"Going to have to watch our backs for a bit though. We're a bit of an oddball crew - someone might remember us from our exploits several months ago."