Private Silence between the Stars

[Trextan Voidstalker]

T R E X T A N​

Kyra Perl

Trextan checked his instruments as the planet ahead grew in his view. He had always been bad at landings and was hoping there would be a guided system to take the controls.

Flying was a lot easier with all of space and nothing to crash into.

He also sent out a ping on the comms frequency Coren had provided. The planet ahead of him was a fairly nondescript agriworld. A few small cities and endless farms. It was a minor trade hub too. It wasn't noted for being particularly lawless, so Coren had been concerned when Kyra's last transmission had come from here.

His comm crackled to life, but it was a signal from an orbital station.

"Verree, you are clear to land. Hand over control on approach."

Trextan breathed a sigh of relief. He flicked two switches and took his hands away from the controls. He hoped the slave circuit was working.

He had brought a few weapons, but he expected to have to thoroughly search the ports to find out what might have happened.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra slurped her bowl of noodles, her shoulders hunched to protect her curls from catching the broth's splatter. The red mass had a habit of catching her food and carrying it places. She hated finding pieces dried to her hair late at night.

The dim of the busy spaceport flooded her senses. She let it wash over her and, by focusing on nothing and therefor hearing nothing, she crafted a false sense of quiet. She had gotten good at blocking out her enviroment.

Her ship sat scorched in port just across from her, the back engine still smoking from today's repair attempt. Blasted thing. She was running out of credits, and ideas, on how to fix it.

Her father was going to kill her.

She scowled into her noodles and gave the mass a stir.


Trextan Voidstalker

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

His ship slowly drifted down towards the port. Whilst he had a visual description of the starship, the smoke obscured it from his field of view as he landed.

The spaceport looked busy. He had no right to demand information from the authorities here. If he had been a powerful telepath he could have investigated more easily. Instead he was going to have to ask around nicely. It could take days before he found a lead.

Trextan had the ship fully locked up and made his way down to the dock. Several maintenance engineers moved around, flanked by droids.

"You need any work done?" the engineer called out.

"Just a refuel," Trextan replied. "And, hey, you haven't see an old XT-class coming through here in the..."

"Finally! Bay seven. Go and get rid of that scrapheap!"

Trextan blinked. That was not the answer he had expected.

"You're not here to get it scapped?" he was asked.

"Oh yes. Yes!" Trextan replied.

The engineer glanced at his ship.

"I'm just coming ahead to check it out before the removal team?" Trextan lied. He wasn't very good at lying.

"Bay Seven."

-

"Kyra?"

Bay seven had been easy to find; he had just followed the smoke.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra's shoulders tighten at her name. She looked up, hurt flashing under her eyes as she noticed it wasn't her father who had come for her. And why would it be? He has two actual children at home, and a business, and a wife-- He couldn't drop it all and flit across the galaxy whenever Kyra needed bailing out. Which she didn't here. She could have totally gotten herself out of this.

...It just would have taken some time.

She packed away the complex array of emotions and gave the familiar figure a tight smile. "Hello, Trex. Becoming my father's errand boy, are we?"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Ouch."

"Errand boy. Coren was actually worried about you."

Trextan sat down at the noodle bar beside Kyra. He knew she was just being silly, but he couldn't help himself.

"Thought you might hVe been in danger. But if you're all good here I can drop Coren a message and be on my way..."

He tried to hide the smile, but Trextan had never been very good at even the slightest subterfuge.