Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
Dry brush crunched underfoot as the grizzled spacer stepped closer to the facility. He had heard the stories - legends at this point - of a sickness that brought the dead back to life. Graying, Arik had been kneehigh to a womp rat when he had first heard the tales aboard the colony ship he was born upon. A mystified young boy had grown into a skeptical man. Yet when he traveled the hyperlanes the stories followed, typically told by drunk old coots with milky eyes. Old and bent himself, Arik had chalked the tales up fantasy until a client offered good credits for a sample of the sickness.
Arik was surprised by the amount of information the client had on the sickness, even pushing him towards a system where it was rumored samples possibly still existed. His traveling partner, Sion, didn't take to new of the job well. Sion came from a superstitious backwater where tradition and fables had run much of the younger man's life. A waste in Arik's opinion.
"If Lady Ebball is correct, we're pushing towards the ruins of the research facility where this thing kicked off. Not why she's so eager to obtain a sample. Must want to raise a lover from the dead since no one else wants her old scraggly ass."
Arik snorted in laughter at his own commentary. Someone had to.
"Did you stop to think of why this old recluse knows so much about this sickness? It sounds like we're on a suicide mission. Where did she even get all these credits? This is practically six months worth of work for us."
"Sion you worry too much. Why question how many credits an old,lonely lady wants to hire us for? If you're so concerned give your share back to her."
Traveling along hyperspace lanes and trade routes often meant one was in a coma-like state. No news reached the confines of the vessel, pushing along in an ignorance-is-bliss type state until landing and speaking to locals. For Delila, it had been jarring at first all those years ago to stop along for refueling and suddenly be confronted by an onslaught of galactic information. Most often it was war, a government official caught with their pants down (literally and figuratively), or something some Force-user did. She had quickly learned to ignore that and either speak to locals or fellow spacers.
Today was no different. As her vessel was refueling and Delila was taking a much needed break, it found her in the station's overpriced cantina. Typical of their nature, it was run down and the drinks watered down and overpriced. The redhead found herself inside mostly for the reminder that the galaxy at large wasn't something she wanted to be a part of again. Sticking to herself and odd jobs along the lanes were much better than being in the fray.
At the bar with a "Corellian" whiskey, Dells was content to listen to the idle conversation bouncing throughout the small space.
"Pirates are out in force again. Pretty sure they're hired by governments around here to give us trouble. Not our fault supply chains are the way they are..."
"....chewing on the wires again. Then this force-forsaken dump charges an arm and two legs for replacement parts...."
"....you hear a whole pack of smugglers were taken down on Dandoran? Buddy of mine was hired for the job, did one fly over and booked it out. Said the dead were walking..."
Pft, walking dead. Might want to lay off the booze old man.
OOC Notes :
Arik was surprised by the amount of information the client had on the sickness, even pushing him towards a system where it was rumored samples possibly still existed. His traveling partner, Sion, didn't take to new of the job well. Sion came from a superstitious backwater where tradition and fables had run much of the younger man's life. A waste in Arik's opinion.
"If Lady Ebball is correct, we're pushing towards the ruins of the research facility where this thing kicked off. Not why she's so eager to obtain a sample. Must want to raise a lover from the dead since no one else wants her old scraggly ass."
Arik snorted in laughter at his own commentary. Someone had to.
"Did you stop to think of why this old recluse knows so much about this sickness? It sounds like we're on a suicide mission. Where did she even get all these credits? This is practically six months worth of work for us."
"Sion you worry too much. Why question how many credits an old,lonely lady wants to hire us for? If you're so concerned give your share back to her."
Traveling along hyperspace lanes and trade routes often meant one was in a coma-like state. No news reached the confines of the vessel, pushing along in an ignorance-is-bliss type state until landing and speaking to locals. For Delila, it had been jarring at first all those years ago to stop along for refueling and suddenly be confronted by an onslaught of galactic information. Most often it was war, a government official caught with their pants down (literally and figuratively), or something some Force-user did. She had quickly learned to ignore that and either speak to locals or fellow spacers.
Today was no different. As her vessel was refueling and Delila was taking a much needed break, it found her in the station's overpriced cantina. Typical of their nature, it was run down and the drinks watered down and overpriced. The redhead found herself inside mostly for the reminder that the galaxy at large wasn't something she wanted to be a part of again. Sticking to herself and odd jobs along the lanes were much better than being in the fray.
At the bar with a "Corellian" whiskey, Dells was content to listen to the idle conversation bouncing throughout the small space.
"Pirates are out in force again. Pretty sure they're hired by governments around here to give us trouble. Not our fault supply chains are the way they are..."
"....chewing on the wires again. Then this force-forsaken dump charges an arm and two legs for replacement parts...."
"....you hear a whole pack of smugglers were taken down on Dandoran? Buddy of mine was hired for the job, did one fly over and booked it out. Said the dead were walking..."
Pft, walking dead. Might want to lay off the booze old man.
OOC Notes :
Greetings unlucky person who decides to reply. Nice to meet you. I have no real goals for this thread, just feeling the Halloween spirit and thought what is more classic than zombies? Full disclosure I can only promise about two replies on average a week, possibly more soon as I will be on a week-long vacation soon. If you've made this far and are so inspired then awesome! You can reach me on Discord at Dells#4491