Alone and on the fringes of the galaxy, Sebastian wandered a desolate station in search of a pilot. The drone of equipment drowned out the dying beep of terminals, disrupted only by the pad of his boots as he followed an empty corridor to a cantina with no patrons. An open window revealed the hangar bay, where a ship occasionally docked.Upon seeing him walk into the cantina, a Twi'lek woman with deep blue skin gasped as she looked up. With a slight smile, Sebastian waved and looked around for any pilots who could transport him to his next assignment. Since leaving home, he had struggled to find work and was sick of being picked out of the civilian populace as an operative for the Sith.
"Can I have a glass of water, please?" Sebastian asked the woman as he walked towards the bar. She nodded eagerly, before scampering to a music player, which she turned on at a low volume and allowed the soft hum of jazz music to fill the air.
As Sebastian sat down, the barmaid returned and poured him a tall glass of water. He wore a plain, grey T-shirt beneath loose trousers with strapped to bracers over his shoulders. Sipping the glass of water, he looked out at the viewport to see a ship docking. A tall, strong looking captain strode down the landing ramp and into the station.
The man soon arrived around the corridor at the cantina and Sebastian's soft, brown eyes met his gaze as he stood beneath the door frame. At first, Sebastian found it difficult to open his mouth, gasping at the air slightly as the man approached and trying to find the right words to say.
"If you have a ship..." Was the first thing he said as the man sat at the bar. "I can offer work as a navigator." Perhaps the man was seeking the same objective, which would tell Sebastian just what he was doing so far away from any populated world.
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