Aeris laid on the bed in her quarters in the ship she had been granted after gaining the title of Darth not too long ago. Her legs were crossed and her arms beneath her hands. She stared up at the ceiling, unable to actually sleep. She was free, she had a ship, currently had no orders from the Council to be anywhere, and yet here she was, floating in space, staring at a ceiling. She had so many things she had wanted to do, and she had the idea that she wanted to roam the galaxy and visit places she'd never gone. But where should she go first? What should she do?<br/><br/>"Ugghhhhh!" She groaned, pulling the pillow from under her head and shoving it in her face, groaning even louder. "How lame can I be?" she mumbled into the pillow before tossing it against the wall and forcing herself up. She had left Dromund Kaas almost a day ago. She had left the planet and traveled for more than half the day with no destination in mind, wanting only to be away from that place. But being away wasn't enough. She needed to be somewhere, to do something. But where?<br/><br/>Deciding that it was stupid to lay here thinking like this, she stood up from the bed, stretched out her tired muscles, and headed for the cockpit. As she reached the cockpit, she dropped herself into the pilot's chair and took a look at her map. She decided that it was best not to continue floating along. It didn't matter what planet she went to, as long as she went somewhere. She'd been to many of the Empire-controlled worlds now, and some that were in civil war with the republic backing their "freedom" efforts. She wanted to go somewhere new, somewhere that wasn't so war-torn.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she decided to just pick a place, any place. She was about to input some coordinates to a random near-by planet and something appear outside her viewport. She stood up from her chair to get a better look and simply stared at the massive ship that had just materialized before her. "What... the hell?" she wondered, tilting her head a bit, noting that it wasn't an Imperial ship. Was it some new Republic ship? It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before. It was pretty obvious that it was far more advanced that her own little ship. "Well, there goes my evening," she sighed, mumbling the sentiment to herself as she stared at it, wondering what to do next.<br/><br/>She could try to make a run for it, jump to Hyperspace and head for the nearest Imperial planet. But then again, what if she didn't make it? And what if this wasn't the Republic? What if it was someone else entirely? She tilted her head thoughtfully. It wasn't like she felt the need to risk her life investigating in case this ship was some threat to the Galaxy, but she was curious, not for some noble reason, but just simply because she wanted to know.<br/><br/>She debated for a few more moment, staring at the people she could see through their own viewports. They certainly didn't look like Republic soldiers. That was for sure. She glanced at the confused faces of a few of the individuals and briefly wondered why it was that they were confused. After all, it was they who showed up here. A few others seemed curious or interested, rather than confused. And then there was one that looked almost bored. He didn't appear to have any more of an idea what was going on than anyone else, however, he simply did not show the same interest that they did. She tilted her head a bit and met his gaze, wondering if they could see her as she saw them, or if it was her ship that they were staring at.<br/><br/>It was true that her ship wasn't terribly common, and certainly not in the Republic, if that was in fact where they were from--she had her doubts about that, though--but it wasn't rare or exotic. Hell, it wasn't even custom, at least not externally. Really, in comparison to their ship, her 100 meter long ship was pretty dang small. Hell, she could probably fly her ship around in theirs. She crossed her arms, sighed, and debated for a moment longer on what her next course of action should be. She opted not to run, as she got the feeling that she wouldn't be able to escape if they wanted to prevent her from doing so, but mostly because she was curious.<br/><br/>For some reason, she got the feeling that they wouldn't actually have any idea who she was. And at any rate, her ship was basically empty, being newly acquired, and had no marking to indicate an affiliation. She had lightsabers, so they could figure out that she likely belonged to one of the two major groups of Force-users, assuming that they were from around here--again, she had her doubts--and knew who the two groups were. But there was nothing in her meager belongings to indicate which. Even her armor and the color of her blade were rather nonspecific, all things considered. There was a chance that they would try to hold her hostage if they got a hold of her, even if they didn't know who she was. She wasn't fond of that idea, but then again, it wasn't like it was anything she wasn't used to.<br/><br/>She sighed and ultimately decided "what the hell?" She turned her comm system on and hailed the ship. When her call was answered and a male voice began to speak, she cut him off in a calm, almost disinterested voice. "Can I help you gentlemen?" she asked in her lightly accented voice. It was a bit of an odd questions to ask, considering that she had called them, but they were the ones who had showed up no more than 30 meters from her ship, so she thought that it was a pretty fair question. Of course, she had no intention of helping them, but then again, depending on what they wanted, there wasn't much stopping her from doing so, in the right situation. "Are you lost? Do you need me to point you to the nearest pub?" she asked when there was no immediate reply to her initial question.