Drifting quietly in the middle of space on a freighter, Cheriss didn’t have much else to do except sit in her seat in the galley(if one could even call it that) and wait to arrive at her destination. She and her associate Drane were meant to be supervisors on the trip, but with a crew numbering barely over two dozen combined with a slow-moving ship, they didn’t have much to actually supervise except for some loose wooden boxes in the galley that held various flavors of caf and tea. There weren’t that many, but they made the room feel much more cluttered than it should have been.
After watching the clock struck nine on the wall, whatever that meant, she turned to Drane. Might as well learn a thing or two about him when they were together, even if they might never see each other again after this delivery was over.
“Have any plans once we’re finished with this?” she asked, crossing her legs and tilting her head to the side just a little. “You seem like the restless type.” Though how anyone wasn’t on a trip like this was beyond her. The ship shuddered a bit then, rattling the table and the mug-vase on it, as it had periodically been doing throughout the entire flight. There was something with the engines, a crew member had said, but nothing to worry about. A portable stove with a tea kettle on it threatened to fall off the crate it was set upon, and Cheriss pushed it back against the wall with the Force. She’d have to talk with whoever left it there, but she had plenty of time left for that. Instead, she settled with a wry smile.
“I just hope we get there in one piece.”
@Die Shize