Tacky Thing
There was a bit of work to be done. Kaia had a few ideas, seeing as she spent a lot of time between worlds, she was doing the best to make the use of her time. Studying avionics, studying mechanics, anything that didn’t really require advanced degrees or the time and patience to play with a droid brain. Sure, she had her Z7 aftermarket modified to assist with these projects, a bit of a G0-T0 unit, but still having its exploration and mapping skills. It was a nice droid. She enjoyed it.
But Kaia was a bit cold. She could be the type who’d be using the Force to create frost. And maybe fire. Wouldn’t that be cool? She wouldn’t need weapons, she would be the weapon to defend the space lanes.
She looked over at her father as he was talking to [member="Eliza Steele"] and then [member="Remy Steele"] spoke. Well, she was going to start piecing together the code. Young kid, faster with the computer, right? Partially.
But Kaia was a bit cold. She could be the type who’d be using the Force to create frost. And maybe fire. Wouldn’t that be cool? She wouldn’t need weapons, she would be the weapon to defend the space lanes.
She looked over at her father as he was talking to [member="Eliza Steele"] and then [member="Remy Steele"] spoke. Well, she was going to start piecing together the code. Young kid, faster with the computer, right? Partially.