Vissica rested a broad paw along the edge of the vidscreen. She cast a scrutinizing glance at the pair of sentients who appeared to comprise the crew. A timid-looking human and a feistier Togruta. She was about to walk off when she paused, glancing back.
There it was again. A feeling. A connection. But to what? It could be something as simple as a connection to Feriae, but in that case, why did she feel this way with this ship and not others?
Withdrawing her hand as a prop against the hull, Vissica tested the hatch mechanism. Locked, naturally.
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