Unknown Space | [member=Hastaal Verd]
The thin metal walls of the ship were starting to weigh down on Safira. If it weren't for the blinking light on the console telling her they were almost there, she would have gone crazy. 'We've been tracking this kriffing thing for ages.' The sable skinned woman huffed as she lent back heavily into her seat, beskar clicking wildly at her sudden movements. Safira had never really been a fan of flying in outer space, knowing that just beyond the shell of the ship a deafening black hole of nothingness was nothing short of terrifying. Short journeys, yes, she could handle, but they'd been stuck in the middle of deep space on the tail of the freighter for almost two days. Despite her lack of patience Safira knew that it would all be worth it in the end. Not only was the reward for the job immeasurable on all counts, but nothing Safira ever did was pointless.
Raven eyes watched the bright, flickering white light that told them they were on the right track. The job itself wasn't too difficult. When Hastaal had first offered it she had almost turned it down. The idea of sitting in a tin can for a week tracking a cargo ship wasn't overly appealing, almost boring in comparison to the crusades they had just undertaken. Still, work was work and credits were credits, so Safira had accepted. Now that they were drawing nearer to their target she had to admit to herself she was excited now. Anticipation was a great builder of expectations, she just hope that it wouldn't let her down. Just as she was beginning to think that perhaps they would never reach the freighter, Safira gasped. The slender woman sat bolt up right in her chair with a grin on her face. It was some distance away still. The only thing she could make out was a smudge of grey on the never ending blackness of space, but it was there.
'Finally.' The excitement in her voice was plain, though her actions spoke louder. Safira was up and out of her seat before the console could even go off to tell them that their target was near by. With energy enough to outlast a puppy in play, Safira tapped her gloved fingers against the beskar on his shoulder. 'Let's go hijack a freighter!'
