Hide and Go Seek

[Holden Tark]

Ziost... The world was a known dark stronghold. The histroy was rich, and the relics hopefully plentiful. Holden never cared who he worked with, and found that this time he would pairing up with another force user. The last one he helped was a Jedi, this one, she was Sith. As long as he walked away with credits, and the Sith didn't get stronger, he didn't care. Holden always did his homework.

This one had a sister, was the daughter of an infuential businessman, at least that was the cover as the company seemed to benefit the Sith. The owner likely one himself. The name was assciated with the business anyway. This wasn't guarenteed to be about the business. Holden didn't really care. He was supposed to meet the woman, and he had just landed at the coordinates he was given. From there, they would travel to wherever it was on the planet she wanted to go.

All Holden could do now was wait. He put his music on, leaned back in his chair, and waited for his computer to beep at him. Once the other ship arrived, Holden would get on the surface of the planet.

[member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

It wasn't quite as often as one would think that the daughter of the former business tycoon got out, and she especially did not make it a habit of seeing strange men on the surface of planets far from home in the midst of war-torn space. To the galactic west was the Mandalorians, to the south were the Republic, and the north lay the Primeval. Unlike most others who had money and originated from the core worlds these days, she was no Sith - not that she could say the same of her mother, and perhaps even her sister at this rate. She was curious, interested even, of the intricacies of the dark side's ability to alter beings and objects through the force through an act called sith alchemy, and it was by this ability and this ability alone that she could be compared to their obsessive behavior. It was this curiosity that led her to the ancient Sith homeworld of Ziost and tied her and [member="Holden Tark"] together, if only for a day. "How long until we get there?" Came the complaining voice of a teenage girl - Lily Kuhn. The pilot, a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, simply rolled her eyes and sighed. A snippy clearing of a teenage throat and the pilot groaned. "It will be about ten more minutes, Miss Kuhn, please be patient." She replied, visibly irritated with her charge.

Of course those ten minutes were filled with positively annoying questions, most of them just to spite the woman for her lack of restraint with the rich kid. Once they'd landed, the Corporeal-class freighter proving to be a very good ship in terms of smooth landing and the like, the pilot turned around and gestured to the door, almost begging her to get off the ship - something most employees would have been fired for on the spot, if it wasn't for the fact that her charge was the hedonistic and eccentric daughter of the presumed-dead Alric Kuhn and they hadn't spent the hour of automated flight before doing various things unbecoming of a young woman.

Smoking spice, that is.

A curt smirk lit up the teenagers face and she made her exaggerated strut towards the door and curtsied. "I'll call for you when I'm ready to get off this rock, Beth." Lily noted as she stepped out of the craft and down the landing ramp, which retracted behind her. Now she just had to find that man.

[member="Holden Tark"]