[ well, that had been a nasty scrape. the mission had quickly gone sour when their tourist cover had been instantly blown, forcing them to throw their initial plans out the window. through the fireblasts, they had somehow managed to get their hands on the jeweled egg, painstakingly handcrafted and extremely expensive. richer and a little worse for wear, they have landed less than gracefully on a faraway planet.
she knows why they have made a pit stop and it isn't necessarily for business purposes. regardless of the questionable reasons, sola must admit to herself that they do need to make some repairs, particularly on the ship's exterior.
sola is the last to leave the ship as the others tend to their own personal projects ( or something like that ), standing outside with her hands on her hips. she looks less than her usual regal self in an oil-stained burnt red suit, her hair pulled away from her face in a bun. there are a few things she can accomplish on the inside, very minor repairs that she had learned over time to patch them over until the next time they can find a mechanic, but there is only so much she can do.
apparently, they have found some salvation on this dusty planet. she turns slowly when she hears footsteps behind her, lifting her eyebrows. ]
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she knows why they have made a pit stop and it isn't necessarily for business purposes. regardless of the questionable reasons, sola must admit to herself that they do need to make some repairs, particularly on the ship's exterior.
sola is the last to leave the ship as the others tend to their own personal projects ( or something like that ), standing outside with her hands on her hips. she looks less than her usual regal self in an oil-stained burnt red suit, her hair pulled away from her face in a bun. there are a few things she can accomplish on the inside, very minor repairs that she had learned over time to patch them over until the next time they can find a mechanic, but there is only so much she can do.
apparently, they have found some salvation on this dusty planet. she turns slowly when she hears footsteps behind her, lifting her eyebrows. ]
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