So, this was the Fringe Federation, was it? Zethyn was going to have to get used to maybe calling some place home. But from what she gathered around the galaxy, this was the place to be. Out on the rim, and a place where people could be themselves? Maybe she would be able to find someone that could use her unique skillset? That was what she was truly hoping for. Landing her Preybird, taking a standard approach, she was a bit surprised by what she was seeing here. A fog world?
Fitting.
Landing her fighter and slowly descending the ladder, she took a peak around the local area. She wasn’t one for history, but was sure there was something about this world. No matter, taking her flight helmet off and shaking her hair out, she took a walk around her Preybird, running her fingers over the warm metal skin. Maybe this place was somewhere she could find someone to teach her how to be better than she was?
Fitting.
Landing her fighter and slowly descending the ladder, she took a peak around the local area. She wasn’t one for history, but was sure there was something about this world. No matter, taking her flight helmet off and shaking her hair out, she took a walk around her Preybird, running her fingers over the warm metal skin. Maybe this place was somewhere she could find someone to teach her how to be better than she was?