Ebb and Flow
Equipment: Rusty Green Jumpsuit, Left Bracer, Utility Boots, Mix and Match Harness
Accessories: Right Bracelet, Echo Stone Necklace
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Ship: Skiptown, The Zipper
Droids: Standardized Training Droid - Buzz
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren
Ryloth had been eye opening for the Zeltron.
She'd been shot down doing evacuation duty. Her starfighter a burning pile of scrap in the distance after she'd been forcibly ejected by Skid. A fact that left her far more angry than she had expected.
Aside from having to figure out a droid situation, she had brought back a neat prize from one of her ventures into the shipping lanes as a trade for taking on another captains cargo route.
A training droid that had been put into storage and purchased on a lot bid.
She'd already been making use of it, taking time to herself to practice her forms in the seclusion of her home when the cargo freighter had appeared with her newest acquisition. A PGEM commission that had left her savings with a large hole as she awaited the second commission to arrive. Apparently needing more time than the starfighter she'd unboxed in the Hnagar.
The droid shield was recharging for the time being as she went inside, leaving the droid to charge in the Hangar. Lightsaber clacking against her hip while she trudged up the stairs to the patio and grabbed a towel and slid behind the open bar to the fridge waiting there.
Hand reaching out as it collided with the handle.
Her recoil of pain only matched by her wonder at the sudden proximity of the mini-fridge. Another oddity to chalk up to free time thinking after having to have her clothes altered. Wardrobe a mess after finding some of the inseam measurements to be quite uncomfortable of late.
Grabbing a water, she kicked her feet up and dabbed at the sweat across her face. Hand diving into a pocket as the towel settled on her leg. The droid circuit of Skid procured from its case as she stared at it in silence and regret.
"Stoopa." A sharp hiss as resentment towards the Mandalorians boiled beneath the surface thoughts of her mind.
If she hadn't gone she might have still had the droid. Her thoughts swirling and twisting as another possibility made itself known.
Or if the Mandalorians had a sense of decency they wouldn't have shot at her running evacuation patrol.
The thought further causing the turmoil and anger to simmer as she turned the circuitry over in her hands and stared.