L O S T
Tiagrana, known by most who traveled by it as simply the Red Dragon, had been in journey along the Hydian Way for three days now. It was by no means a beautiful vessel, appearing more like a box which defied the laws of aerodynamics, yet it did its job of transporting passengers along the fringes of space as well as any other.
Three days since Coruscant, and the night which never ended. Since the Jedi and she had sought to rid themselves of their pasts in a swift cathartic act. Running through her past had proven to be most painful, though there were times she felt nothing at all. No connection, no emotion. As though staring at a blank page.
The ship, it seemed, was just large enough that after the first night onboard the Dragon she and [member='Ar'ekk'] had been separated. Since she had no receipt for his leg of the journey, she hadn't even a cabin number with which to find him. At first she had worried that perhaps he did not want to be found.
Now she worried that he couldn't be.
The thin, suffocating hallways which housed countless doors had become labyrinthine in style, causing her to run around in circles, ever looping back in on herself. Once that might have caused distress and panic in the girl who had always been more than a little claustrophobic.
Today, though, she was keeping it all in check. Setting alight in so small a place as this would prove to have dire consequences, ones she was not willing to face. Breathe, focus, let it go.
So little sleep had been had recently, and losing her flight companion had only added to the insomnia.
She had checked all of the public spaces. The cantina, the nightclub, the pool, all of the lounges, even the blaring arcade which had made her head feel ready to explode with all of its flashing lights.
But he had to be here somewhere. It wasn't as if he'd thrown himself out of an airlock.
... He hadn't thrown himself out of an airlock, right?
Three days since Coruscant, and the night which never ended. Since the Jedi and she had sought to rid themselves of their pasts in a swift cathartic act. Running through her past had proven to be most painful, though there were times she felt nothing at all. No connection, no emotion. As though staring at a blank page.
The ship, it seemed, was just large enough that after the first night onboard the Dragon she and [member='Ar'ekk'] had been separated. Since she had no receipt for his leg of the journey, she hadn't even a cabin number with which to find him. At first she had worried that perhaps he did not want to be found.
Now she worried that he couldn't be.
The thin, suffocating hallways which housed countless doors had become labyrinthine in style, causing her to run around in circles, ever looping back in on herself. Once that might have caused distress and panic in the girl who had always been more than a little claustrophobic.
Today, though, she was keeping it all in check. Setting alight in so small a place as this would prove to have dire consequences, ones she was not willing to face. Breathe, focus, let it go.
So little sleep had been had recently, and losing her flight companion had only added to the insomnia.
She had checked all of the public spaces. The cantina, the nightclub, the pool, all of the lounges, even the blaring arcade which had made her head feel ready to explode with all of its flashing lights.
But he had to be here somewhere. It wasn't as if he'd thrown himself out of an airlock.
... He hadn't thrown himself out of an airlock, right?