Finn, Blood Kuhna
“So, how many we get today, TK?”
The young woman glanced up from her data pad, her fingers stilling on the screen, before she went back to scanning through her list. “Looks like we got about four runs lined up in the next month. That’s a bit much Finn, don’t you think?” Her eyes lifted to cast a questioning look in the other woman direction. The only thing visible were the bottom half of her pilot’s overalls. Her legs jutted out awkwardly from beneath the cockpit’s control panel, and a series of ‘clanks’ told TK that Finn was working on their ship, which was always in some sort of state of disrepair.
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(AU of my own characters, since in my version of the universe some of these in this RP aren't alive anymore)