Lyra Mona Fane
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Feb 21, 2019
- Messages
- 11
- Reaction score
- 7
The Wicked Witch swung into Cato Neimoidia's lower atmosphere, giving Doctor Lyra Fane a breathtaking view of the planet's rock arches, cliffs, vistas, and canyons, all wreathed by steam rising from its acidic oceans. "Ever been to Cato Neimoidia before, ma'am?" Lyra asked as she swung her ship underneath one of the arches. "This place is an archeological gold-mine. A lot wealthy collectors will get rare shit off of the black market and pay the Neimoidian barons to keep them safe in their opulent vaults."
Now that the steam and mist was beginning to clear, Lyra could see the large bridge-cities the Neimoidians had constructed. The whole thought of those cities made her nervous. One malfunctioned repulsor or broken suspender and the entire city would plunge thousands of feet into a watery, acidic grave. She wanted to get in-and-out and be done with this world, and, yet, at the same time, she was thrilled with the idea that she was going to be breaking into one of the vaults below shortly enough.
"The way I see it," she continued, "these guys have about as much right to their artifacts as anyone does. They got them illegally, so we will get them illegally." She threw a shit-eating grin at her Mandalorian companion. "I've got a lead on the location of a Sith holocron dating back to the early Imperial period. We'll swoop in, nab the holocron, and then jet to the Cosmatanic Steppes to sell it. The credits should be more than enough money to pay for my suit of armor."
She was flying low now, circling towards a big landing pad that seemed to be suspended over a sea of mist and steam. The plan for getting into the vault was only loosely formed in her mind, but she would get there eventually. The ship rocked slightly as it landed and she threw a glance at the Mandalorian. "Hope you like adventure," she punched a power pack into her blaster and then stuffed it in its holster, "because you found it." @Nefieslab