Josine head was throbbing. She reached up, rubbing her forehead, positive that this would leave a mark. Her self-pity session was interrupted by the sound of angry voices just around the corner though, and being ever curious, she decided to check it out, despite the protestations of her body.
What she found when she got there, though, was completely not what she expected. Stormtroopers? She was about to open her mouth, say that there'd been enough killing lately, why add to it, when a rumble began to eminate seemingly from the street itself. A boxy frieghter flew up and over a building, and hovered just outside what would be considered insane proximity to the crowd. Josine paused for a second, and then bolted toward the open door, where a woman was saying something about some guy named Orthodontist needing help. She didn't care. She did need help...or a job...or a friend.
"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy