Cheyanne Rakai
Dec 27th, 2003, 10:43:17 PM
The ship landed in the West Coruscant Spaceport. The petit-built pilot exited a few moments after in a hooded, deep crimson cloak. A leather pouch slung over it's shoulder.
With a push of a button from a small remote in it's hand the hatch began to close and locked moments later.
The small, hooded being walked through security and headed down a street, knowing exactly where it was headed. To the Jedi Temple, but not to join, merely in search of someone dear to them. Someone who needed to know that an apology was not needed from a rather disturbing situation that had been at hand.
The figure walked for quite a ways and finally arrived to find...it closed. Damn... The figure thought and shook it's head in frustration. With a glance across the street, Yog's was seen.
The figure sighed and headed in that direction. The meeting would have to wait until tomorrow.
Crossing the street, the being entered Yog's and was surprised by the guards asking for weapons. The figure nodded and first removed it's hood to reveal a young woman of eighteen, with long brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. She was small-built and had a slim figure. Around her waist, a utility belt was fastened with a blaster. She handed it over with a smile and continued in.
Ordering a fizzpop at the bar, she found a free booth and slid in. She looked around at the patrons of the establishment and sighed deeply. Someone here surely knew her sister, but Cheyanne Rakai wasn't the best at just talking to people, she was...well, pretty darn shy at times.
With a push of a button from a small remote in it's hand the hatch began to close and locked moments later.
The small, hooded being walked through security and headed down a street, knowing exactly where it was headed. To the Jedi Temple, but not to join, merely in search of someone dear to them. Someone who needed to know that an apology was not needed from a rather disturbing situation that had been at hand.
The figure walked for quite a ways and finally arrived to find...it closed. Damn... The figure thought and shook it's head in frustration. With a glance across the street, Yog's was seen.
The figure sighed and headed in that direction. The meeting would have to wait until tomorrow.
Crossing the street, the being entered Yog's and was surprised by the guards asking for weapons. The figure nodded and first removed it's hood to reveal a young woman of eighteen, with long brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. She was small-built and had a slim figure. Around her waist, a utility belt was fastened with a blaster. She handed it over with a smile and continued in.
Ordering a fizzpop at the bar, she found a free booth and slid in. She looked around at the patrons of the establishment and sighed deeply. Someone here surely knew her sister, but Cheyanne Rakai wasn't the best at just talking to people, she was...well, pretty darn shy at times.