With the admission that we were all planning on leaving the guard together after the tournament had concluded, we downed our drinks and began to relax. There was still a sombre mood about the four of us, but our spirits had been lifted somewhat by the news that we would all be sticking together no matter what. There was something that I didn't quite understand, though.
"If we're going to be leaving the Guard, how are we going to get off-world? Don't we need a ship or something?" I asked the group.
Fal rolled her eyes at me, clearly, I'd forgotten some key piece of information.
"My Dad used to work on old colony ships, remember?" She said, "We're going to charter our way off-world, and then head straight to my Dad's shipyard. If we explain it to him, he'll let us convert one of his ships into something more appropriate for our use."
