Silver Solus
Character
POLITICAL REGION: CIS SPACE, Naboo
LOCATION: Qwint’s Place, Kaadara
Objective: Meet friends, chaos ensues.
TAGS: [ OPEN ] [
Vian Sarad
] [
Leddie Gred
] [ Kristyl Arenais ]
Silver fidgeted, her hands gliding along her pink helmet over and over. She had gloves, but she didn’t like them. With long, skinny fingers that were neither adult nor child sized, she often felt like her whole body was made up of rubber-bands and sharp angles. A laugh followed the thought, light and airy, as her fingers drummed out a riff upon the visor. It was an unusual composite, her own creation, chosen for its acoustic value and color. Mostly, out of shear, defiant stubbornness.
Mando’ade didn’t have to mean grim and miserable, anymore, thanks!
She twitched her blond hair out of her eyes, and stared out the window of the rented Land Speeder. It was so slow. But the droid piloting it would neither go faster nor divert from the path it had been assigned. It was hard to sit still, harder to just wait passively when she was so close to being free of supervision!
Well. Leddie would be in charge; that had been made very, very clear. Yet it hardly even counted, because Leddie was her friend, and fun, and liked adventures. A strange, gleaming expanse of azure crept up on her right, and Silver plastered herself to the window, staring in awe. She’d not spent much time on planets, and none on any world that boasted large amounts of free-sanding water.
“Oh, what lake is that? How big is it? Who owns it? Can we swim in it? Are their fish? Sharks that can eat you—” Silver tapped on the chrome head of the RD unit that was piloting her, hoping to surprise a response. Instead, the stupid security beacon went off again.
“No interfering with the pilot. This is your 10th warning. 100 credits have been deducted from your account.”
The automated recording sniped at her, the droid ignored her. Silver sighed back into silence, watching the magic of sunlight glittering on water. Tapping a query into the small tac comp on her wrist didn’t give her the information she most wanted (about giant sharks) but a long list of battles fought and vessels thought to be lost to its depths followed instead. The later facts diverted her enough that she was beaming when she arrived at her destination and bounced out of the vehicle. “Leddie!” She called. “I’m here!!” Clattering up to the steps leading into the mando-freindly tavern, she pivoted on one foot and bounced in place, grinning from ear-to-ear.
LOCATION: Qwint’s Place, Kaadara
Objective: Meet friends, chaos ensues.
TAGS: [ OPEN ] [
Vian Sarad
] [
Leddie Gred
] [ Kristyl Arenais ]Silver fidgeted, her hands gliding along her pink helmet over and over. She had gloves, but she didn’t like them. With long, skinny fingers that were neither adult nor child sized, she often felt like her whole body was made up of rubber-bands and sharp angles. A laugh followed the thought, light and airy, as her fingers drummed out a riff upon the visor. It was an unusual composite, her own creation, chosen for its acoustic value and color. Mostly, out of shear, defiant stubbornness.
Mando’ade didn’t have to mean grim and miserable, anymore, thanks!
She twitched her blond hair out of her eyes, and stared out the window of the rented Land Speeder. It was so slow. But the droid piloting it would neither go faster nor divert from the path it had been assigned. It was hard to sit still, harder to just wait passively when she was so close to being free of supervision!
Well. Leddie would be in charge; that had been made very, very clear. Yet it hardly even counted, because Leddie was her friend, and fun, and liked adventures. A strange, gleaming expanse of azure crept up on her right, and Silver plastered herself to the window, staring in awe. She’d not spent much time on planets, and none on any world that boasted large amounts of free-sanding water.
“Oh, what lake is that? How big is it? Who owns it? Can we swim in it? Are their fish? Sharks that can eat you—” Silver tapped on the chrome head of the RD unit that was piloting her, hoping to surprise a response. Instead, the stupid security beacon went off again.
“No interfering with the pilot. This is your 10th warning. 100 credits have been deducted from your account.”
The automated recording sniped at her, the droid ignored her. Silver sighed back into silence, watching the magic of sunlight glittering on water. Tapping a query into the small tac comp on her wrist didn’t give her the information she most wanted (about giant sharks) but a long list of battles fought and vessels thought to be lost to its depths followed instead. The later facts diverted her enough that she was beaming when she arrived at her destination and bounced out of the vehicle. “Leddie!” She called. “I’m here!!” Clattering up to the steps leading into the mando-freindly tavern, she pivoted on one foot and bounced in place, grinning from ear-to-ear.
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