Flashpoint

[infinitest]

Carrick Station, the main hub of the Republic Fleet; nearing 300 years since its construction, the massive spacedock is kept in near-pristine condition, ready to cater to the needs of thousands of crews and passengers every day-cycle.

Every pilot worth of the name knows the hyperlane coordinates to Carrick, and will visit the place at least once in their lifetime.

Comments

[aeons_crackshot]

"Authorities..." Annabelle starts, perplexed. Oh, right. THOSE PEOPLE. The ones most people turn to for help with shit like this.

"That....hadn't occurred to me, actually," Annabelle admits. "Authorities and I ah, don't have the best history."

Like the guy she dumped out an airlock on Coruscant a few months ago that she would have SWORN was a fake Customs agent, because legit customs officials ask for credits to look the other way not sex.

[infinitest]

"I see." And more, she doesn't make a fuss about it. "Hopefully you'll find the thief and recover your property."

And it might be better if Annabelle does not mention what she has in mind for Skavak.

[aeons_crackshot]

Probably, yes. >.>

"Thank you," Annabelle says with a smile and a kiss. For the good wishes and for not making a fuss.

[infinitest]

On cue, a chime announces the Esseles is dropping out of lightspeed.

"We better get ready." Onemi stretches. "I have to fill a report on the incident, and on Asara and Haken's doings, before I can take a shuttle planetside."

While Annabelle can simply check out of the ship and shuttle down to the surface.

[aeons_crackshot]

"I don't envy you that," Annabelle says with a small chuckle. "Best of luck, Onemi."

Time to get dressed and discretely exit Onemi's room. Then, find Corso and check out of the Esseles.