“We need to talk Trey.” Arden said hollowly as she entered the common room of the Soul. The Free Flying Soul. What a joke she thought to herself as she watched Trey turn to face her from his own conversation with Nik. Her own soul was a damn sight far from being free. She gave Nik a withering look that she knew her newest co-pilot would definitely understand as get lost and the little Jawa made himself exceedingly scarce.
Arden sat down in the chair. She could already feel her eyes burn as she looked at Trey trying to get the words to form. “Trey I…”
“This whole thing stinks of bantha poodoo.” Bralor strode in from the cargo hold, unlashing his helmet and pulling it off. “I’ve got a bad feeling-”
He stopped and looked at Trey and Arden. He read the expressions on their faces...Read More