- Joined
- Jan 26, 2019
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Smuggler’s Run
A Mynock-class freighter navigated through the middle of an extensive asteroid field. Inside the cargo haul, a human female sat in a corner on the left-hand side. Wearing a makeshift Sahminian oufit the young woman also had facial tattoos that symbolized a more traditional lifestyle than before life in space. Esfir Radin held the blade with one hand KL-01 Sword as she carefully and repeatedly sharpened it with an oiled whetstone in the other. Anyone observing would note the former mountain native’s complete focus on the task at hand.
A few minutes later Esfir stopped and inspected her work. Subsequently, the outcast stood up and got into a fighting stance and swiftly slung the sword from right to left then in the opposite matter. ”Ne xerab, ne hemî.” She commented with mild pride in the Taurus dialect of the Sahminian tongue. The outcast allowed herself a brief grin before becoming guarded.
It has been over two weeks since I left Sahmina behind.
The thought gave Esfir a mixed set of feelings. On one hand the new rebel was relieved to finally get away from her homeworld and was pretty excited to journey the galaxy like she always dreamed. Yet now that dream has come true Radin felt nervous about having left most of everything familiar behind and being on her first mission.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it to calm down Esfir finally sheathed the sword. It’s almost time for the briefing. Need to head for the cockpit now. The Sahminian silently thought in reminder. With that in mind Esfir Radin proceeded to head for that direction.
@Braden Drake @Nommie
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