- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 72
- Reaction score
- 71
Thesh was not the spaceport it used to be. Despite being located in Ifrane's deserts, it was once a hub of activity with starships flying in and out, creating a buzz of spaceship engines around the city. Now, Thesh was a virtual ghost town. Few spacers ever came to Ifrane anymore, and even those that did rarely used Thesh. The city had been blasted to hell during the rebellion that led to the planet's freedom; but that was just so. Now, it was the perfect place to rendezvous with the larger rebellion. The Galactic Alliance.
Asha was dispatched to Thesh by her own cell. There were other rebels with her, of course—members of her cell that she trusted with her life—but this was, in the end, her mission. A simple mission, at least on paper. She was to meet with the representative the Alliance was sending and see what there was to be learned. If conditions were favorable, the Ifrane cell would join up with the main Alliance. Asha was hopeful. They needed the allies. The Sith could never be taken down with the resources they had available to them now. Eventually, they would come back; and Asha wanted to make sure they could keep Ifrane free when they did.
But apart of her also wanted to leave. Increasingly, since her family died, she felt as though she did not belong here on her homeworld. When she looked up at the stars at night, all she could think about was how wide the galaxy was. In all that space, surely there was a purpose out there waiting for her. Something larger that she could be apart of—something that mattered. And now, as she looked to the sky, an Alliance ship descending towards the deserted landing strip, she thought that it might be the chariot to carry her off towards that grander purpose.
Wind from the descending ship buffeted the small delegation, causing Asha's hair to whip wildly behind her. "Hold tight, fellas," she said as she shielded and squinted her eyes from flying sand. "Let's hope this is our lucky break." @Deviant