Going home
Mirax was going home. In whatever sense that Corellia could be considered home. She'd been building her client-base for a few years in some of the more remote sectors, and by now she really thought of the Pulsar Skate as where she was from. But there was something about the planet that... well, it brought back memories. Some of them were even good.
The move would be good for her. She needed to have a stable base of operations for a while. Somwhere people could find her. She had a core client-base in place, and it was time to expand a bit.
With a nod to her pilot the Pulsar Skate leapt forward into hyperspace. Headed home.
The move would be good for her. She needed to have a stable base of operations for a while. Somwhere people could find her. She had a core client-base in place, and it was time to expand a bit.
With a nod to her pilot the Pulsar Skate leapt forward into hyperspace. Headed home.