I L L Y R I A
Honestly, Mishel wasn't sure what to expect after being shaken down and asked for papers at the border. Until someone saw her name associated with this world, unfortunately, being dead is apparently a good way to evade taxes. Who knew? At any rate, she would be taken to her sister
Alessandra Creed
. Mishel for her part had little else but the clothes on her back and a knapsack along with one very helpful unit. Z1O perched along the top of Mishel's left shoulder. He beeped and booped with delight as they sat in the transport. Guards didn't seem to mind Mishel one way or another, but they wanted to ensure that her identity was verified. After all, coming back from the dead - an easy tactic for those looking to defraud the government out of its money.
Alessandra Creed
. Mishel for her part had little else but the clothes on her back and a knapsack along with one very helpful unit. Z1O perched along the top of Mishel's left shoulder. He beeped and booped with delight as they sat in the transport. Guards didn't seem to mind Mishel one way or another, but they wanted to ensure that her identity was verified. After all, coming back from the dead - an easy tactic for those looking to defraud the government out of its money.
She overheard whispers as they looked her way, Mishel didn't look like the photographs.
Which was true, part of being put into a clone body. Even if it was her own clone - it was an older model, as they say, Mishel flexed her hands and whistled a familiar prayer. Foreign to those around her, familiar to those who knew her. The artificer flexed her hands again and took a deep breath, she pushed out the negative feelings around her and focused on the Force. Mishel could hear them talk about the approach to the system no doubt her sister would have been alerted, this would be a rather interesting reunion.