Veritas et Lux
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She had tracked the peracrious signal as far as she could- the bounty hunters' vessel was a glowing blue in a chilling idle looming in the darkness of the underbelly of the moon. Batvan was inside, and she needed to pluck him out before anybody noticed.
The radio silence was mildly hair-raising. She attempted to tap into the secure channel, but the re just wasn't any broadcastings around this system- if she was to engage, than she wouldn't have any help.
Her soft hands flipped the arbitrary switches and pressed at buttons that were so familiar to her- the lights and power wained and disappated into the darkness of space. She feathered her throttle control to idle the BabyBlue in silence closer- if she could release into the underbelly of the ship than she most likely wouldn't be detected in the dead of space lest a visual was accounted for. The cold of space was an amazing thing though, for she could not hear in her space suit-
Shad nestled close enough to the garbage disposals kick off from atop her frigate- it was a silly sight though, if the darkness of space hadn't have hid her so well. The small young Jedi going through such lengths to free her friend. With a pouring rain of refuse the omnipotent circular saw let loose a small trickel of light along with the trash it spat out. She used the force to enhance her jump, to soar through the sliding door and grasp the metal prongs stepping a small path into the trash compactor room.
Here she undressed, the smelly murk that the garbage from all across the ship finally lead down into- the newly emptied room. Her foot mid-air she step out of the bronze space fairing outfit. The seal hissed with the release of airlock, her nose meeting the stench of bounty hunters' waste..
Those tan legs hit the air- no doubt the most beautiful thing in the room. She ran the suit down her smooth shoulders cald within linen.
She stand there- dressed in the fashion that she recently favored over the rest of her wardrobe. She was wearing a new black ccotton skirt, newly ruffled layers amongst her frilly drape- a monomyth round' lace only to end where it had just begun. White blouse- overlaying new lingerie.
She hadn't even enough time in her immediate course of action to change from the black three-inch stilettos she had planned for tonight's voyage to coruscant.
The sapphire oval necklace she frequented during those nights out and the earings to match heightened her eyes. She had dark brown, almost chestnut, colored hair that she loved to curl on a annual blue-moon- whereas two or three days out of the week the moon glowed a stunning blue on Tython- being her excuse.
"Come- on, where are you Bat?" she questioned the air around her. Tracing the signal of his comm-link- he must have it hidden on his person, theres no way any bounty hunters of this season wouldn't confiscate his personals. She look down at her yellow compact to check the time.
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