As she took her seat, Lucine allowed her thoughts to drift. She considered known information and potential variables, trying to determine the most likely outcome of this endeavor. She wanted her datapad back, but what would be the best way to get it?
“We’ve lost him,” the Captain’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
The redhead opened her eyes, taking in the stars that streaked past them as they traversed hyperspace. Irritating as it was, she had known it was a possibility. She did not know much about ships, but she was painfully aware that hers was far from the fastest.
Absently, she tapped a scarlet nail against the arm rest. What to do now? Of course, she could give up the chase. There were war preparations to make, and she could always try to find him at a later date to seek some sort of revenge. Solas might be easier to find if he thought she had given up entirely.
But she hated the idea of giving up so easily. “What is the next port of call?” she asked at last.
There was a pause as Captain Artix considered his charts. “It’s the Tenebrae station,” he replied at last.
“Fine. Put us down there. Perhaps I can pick up a trail,” she said.
“And if he bypassed it?” Artix asked.
“Then we’ll check the next two ports of call along this heading,” Lucine replied. What she lacked in speed, she more than made up for in tenacity. “If we cannot find him, then we will simply have to discontinue the chase and resume it at a later date.”
As they exited hyperspace and made preparations to land, Lucine considered what little she knew about the Tenebrae station. She knew that it was a rough place, utilized primarily by mercenaries and smugglers. It was not the kind of place for a lady to wander around alone.
Grimly, she checked her kit and made sure that her lightsaber and blaster were safely secured to her belt. Satisfied that everything was in place, she wrapped herself in a cloak and drew up the hood, covering her conspicuous red hair. With her preparations made, Lucine set off into the station to begin her search.