<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Razok.jpg)<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Angel_drone.jpg)</div>Radokama Komerinskiss settled into her seat on the Okimoro with some degree of trepidation, but she was soon distracted by just how comfortable the shuttle's accommodations were. She had arrived at Absalom Station on a drow freighter, which had been an awkward squeeze for the vesk who stood a little over seven feet tall. On the Okimoro, though, there was room to stretch out her legs without interfering with anyone else's personal space. Her Veskarium military armour and her backpack full of personal effects were stowed in the overhead locker, leaving her in her flight suit stationwear without anything else to clutter her berth.<br/><br/>She even had an empty seat next to her. That seat was now filled by a metallic humanoid figure, only a little shorter than Radok herself. It - or rather he, at least aesthetically speaking - sat with his arms folded in front of him, clutching a large doshko with its head down between his feet. Radok patted the drone on his leg, chatting to him regardless of his inability to answer. "Well, we're on our way now, Angel, for better or worse," she said to him. "We're a long way from Vesk Prime, but that's what we wanted, right?"<br/><br/>Radok leaned back in her chair and raised her left arm. A small video screen popped out of a panel in her arm, and displayed a series of photographs from her time on Vesk-6. She sighed and smiled as she looked over pictures of catfolk families and towns, and the beautiful savannahs of their world. "I don't regret it," she said, half to Angel and half to herself (so entirely to herself, really). "We did a lot of good there, but there's so much more of the galaxy to see. The Starfinders do good work, and they could be our way to make a real difference out here."<br/><br/>She sat forward again and looked around the cabin of the Okimoro, to see what she could see of her fellow passengers.