Alana was stired from her sleep by the voice over the intercom, some droid was announcing they would be arriving at the spaceport in the next ten minutes. This would have been great news for anyone that was wanting to get off the shuttle, but for Alana it only filled her with a sense of dread. She loosed a sigh and tugged the brim of her hat down to cover her face. She didn't want to face the music, it was old, classical, and sounded like Kraud. Definitely not the sort of thing she wanted to listen to. She was coming home to visit of course, but her 'old man' wasn't too pleased with how she had decided to lead her life. She glanced down at the tattoo's adorning her left wrist and chuckled. He was going to lose his cool for sure once he saw those. Work hadn't exactly been lively, and the truth was she was getting a bit low on her credits. Sure there was bound to be another job around the corner, but good lord almighty there was going to be hell to pay until that next paycheck rolled in. As the shuttle breached the atmosphere and began it's final descent, Alana took in a deep breath and put on her duster; least it would buy her time before Kraud found the tattoos. The public service transport flew over the barren stretches of land, the small ranches, the very home Alana had spent so long trying to run away from; only to end up right back where she had started.
The shuttle rocked as the passengers began to get up and grab their belongings, ignoring the farewell programs that the attendant droids were now churning out. "Home sweet home." She muttered to herself, grabbing her bag from the compartment above and throwing it over her shoulder. This was going to be a very eventful homecoming.
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