Aila Roas
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2018
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- 53
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New Cov was like a gateway to the Mid Rim. Not on most peoples tourist locations, but well settled enough and away from the Empire that more than a few foreigners ended up inside its walls. Ones much like Aila. Down beneath the domed sky of Ilic, the planetary capital, Aila had found herself holding out for a number of days in search of work or transport, a way to carry her yet further afield from the mess she'd left behind in Republica space.
Not that it seemed she'd escaped them yet. Too many eyes had followed her down streets and alleys, too many glints in the window and glances stolen from shadowy figures. She was being watched. Though whether they wanted her or the one she had made contact with, someone with work that suited her skills, she couldn't know yet. Heck, she didn't even know yet exactly what the offer was yet.
That's why she waited here, on dusty and forgotten street corner, at the arranged time to meet. Once they did she'd follow, they'd explain what the job was, if she could do it, where, when, how, cover the details. Then gone. That was what she had understood anyhow. Whether it would prove just that straightforward was another question altogether.
@Vosrik