She had a little purple starship. Sleek and built for speed. Just last week she made a run with it to the Dachyon system, carrying a load of contraband. The pay was good, more than enough to offset the risk of entanglements with friendly neighborhood law enforcement types.
She had a secret hideaway on the far side of the moon of Tyrel V. Buried underground, it had a private hanger with a camouflaged entrance that was invisible to all but the closest inspection. Packed full of comforts and homey things, it was where she Kept Her Stuff and kicked back in between jobs and vacations.
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