Control

[Dax Perl]

Location: Kathol, Kathol System

The Azalea was finally home, back in Coalition space. For now, the massive metal beast lay slumbering in its dock while the crew went out and about, enjoying the first shore leave they'd had in many months. While most went to bars and drank until they either blacked out or vomited everywhere, Dax decided to take the time to go eat some real food. Even as captain of the vessel, the space slop could get tiring. Having just walked out of one of the many local restaurants, Dax was very content with his day. And there was still more of it to waste. Might as well walk around for a while. Maybe he could find a quite place to rest.

Well, quiet on Kathol was not easily found. It was a loud and raucous place, always alive, in its own little way. Thankfully, Dax did manage to eventually escape the loud city street. There was an old park, dried up and dead, except for one large tree in the middle. While its leaves hard turned brown and dead, new growths peaked out around it. A peaceful enough place. Dax hoisted himself into the branches of the tree and lay back, waiting for whatever was next.

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Dax Fyre"]

Karren was on a little vacation, exploring the depths of the Outback. Her travels had lead her here some days ago. As she walked in silent meditation, she took in the alien trees, and the dull purple of the strange worlds pavement. The Kathol seemed to have no need of human aesthetics and structures came in densely packed strange organic shapes.

She paused, feeling something stir in the back of her gut and glanced up.

Her breathing meditation broke as she regarded Dax.

She was clad only in her Grey flightsuit, with no patches and black boots. From her back her saber hung in a small holster, and twin pistols were upon her utility belt.

"Well hello there? Who are you?"