Castilon. A marine world bestrewed with out of the way islets on the edge of nowhere. Precisely where Amira wanted to be. Precisely the setting for a notorious assassin to fly under the radar. Or, rather, to sail under the radar. It wasn't like the Tiefling to splurge her hard earned credits. She'd watched Pa and Ma barely scrape by for years, and after the death of Master Roth, she'd been in a similar situation. Alone in the galaxy without a single credit to her name. The Sith Master had given her a taste for opulence without the provision to pay for it after his death. Not that she would've taken it, too proud for charity and too stubborn to allow anyone other than herself to put bread on the table again.
The majority of the credits she earned went toward fixing up her place on Dantooine or directly into her bank account. If she were to splurge, it was on Edin or the handful of farm animals she'd acquired or on the occasional dress she couldn't pass up. Usually in that order, too. Thanks to her newly crowned brother and the prestige that came along with the title, she had a little extra to splurge these days.
Tranquil waves lapped against the sides of a convertible boat moored to the jetty at the end of the dock. A rental, naturally. Amira set on the edge of the pier, bare feet hanging off the edge. A red and white bobber floated on the surface of the water, attached to the end of the an old spincast fishing rod propped between her sun-kissed legs on full display. She wore a yellow ribbed swim top cinched just below her chest and a pair of black high-waisted board shorts.
Three weeks had passed since the Senator of Gatalenta had been assassinated, but the search for the Basilisk continued. Castilon, she hoped, would be the last place Sector Rangers and bounty hunters would think to search for him. Edin knew how to cover his tracks, she always had to remind herself. A few days alone at sea would do them both some good. The coordinates had been sent to the Firrerreo a few days ago, and now she waited. Waited and hoped he would show up. @Sreeya
The majority of the credits she earned went toward fixing up her place on Dantooine or directly into her bank account. If she were to splurge, it was on Edin or the handful of farm animals she'd acquired or on the occasional dress she couldn't pass up. Usually in that order, too. Thanks to her newly crowned brother and the prestige that came along with the title, she had a little extra to splurge these days.
Tranquil waves lapped against the sides of a convertible boat moored to the jetty at the end of the dock. A rental, naturally. Amira set on the edge of the pier, bare feet hanging off the edge. A red and white bobber floated on the surface of the water, attached to the end of the an old spincast fishing rod propped between her sun-kissed legs on full display. She wore a yellow ribbed swim top cinched just below her chest and a pair of black high-waisted board shorts.
Three weeks had passed since the Senator of Gatalenta had been assassinated, but the search for the Basilisk continued. Castilon, she hoped, would be the last place Sector Rangers and bounty hunters would think to search for him. Edin knew how to cover his tracks, she always had to remind herself. A few days alone at sea would do them both some good. The coordinates had been sent to the Firrerreo a few days ago, and now she waited. Waited and hoped he would show up. @Sreeya