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Mon Gazza, Mid Rim
Bounty hunting. Not a line of work her parents would have approved of. Not one she was particularly proud of herself if she was being honest, but she was strapped for credits at the moment. Who was she kidding? She was always strapped for credits and had been ever since she'd left home.
Even here, on this distant and barren rock, she felt like her parents were standing directly behind her. Peering over her shoulder with disapproval etched across their features, shaking their heads as their dark eyes bore a hole right through her helmet. The teenager turned around and stared. Only red dirt for miles and miles, kicked up by the occasional gust of wind and the transport that had brought her, rising slowly out of view.
A sign of her naivety and youth that she had turned back to look at all. Trying to shake off the feeling, she put one foot in front of the other and marched toward the settlement in the distance.
Even here, on this distant and barren rock, she felt like her parents were standing directly behind her. Peering over her shoulder with disapproval etched across their features, shaking their heads as their dark eyes bore a hole right through her helmet. The teenager turned around and stared. Only red dirt for miles and miles, kicked up by the occasional gust of wind and the transport that had brought her, rising slowly out of view.
A sign of her naivety and youth that she had turned back to look at all. Trying to shake off the feeling, she put one foot in front of the other and marched toward the settlement in the distance.