by Arsele Girard » Fri Jun 16, 2017 3:04 am
"There isn't one," came the reply, "One sec."
After a moment there was the sound of hydraulics as a ramp lowered from the yellow ship's underbelly. As it opened wider the ramp looked up into the ship, and a voice came down, "Come on in Aly!"
Inside was approximately forty square meters total, though some of that was closed off storage and the cockpit. That left a one by two bedroom Aly could see in, a two by four office with a food chest, a one by one shower stall, and with the rest being the entry basically.
Neutral ¤ Lounge Singer ¤ Dancer ¤ Secret Life ¤ Alderaanian Noble <> Appearance; 19 y/o, 5'4", blonde hair in braid, blue eyes, pale skinfaces of Arsele: Lounge | Socialite | Around Town | Casual
Carries: concealment holster w/ 411 holdout blaster and shortened barrel, comm, datapad, stimpack.
Backpack (usually hidden on ship): static pistol, climbing gear, lock picking tools, utility belt, extra ammo, hunting goggles, fusion lantern.