'Singing songs to the empty universe. Sowing seeds through the empty universe, and you never know what might grow'

Mira's swirly, downtempo-ethereal music played from her datapad, as she lay in her rack. She had noticed that the rest of the crew had never quite taken a liking to her music, which was just fine, as it gave her a bit of space. She typed into her datapad and would upload the log into the holonet once they got to Nar Shaddaa. Nothing new to report, except depending on what the next shipment was, it might offer valuable information as to the nature of Hutt shipping. Since the decade before the Clone Wars began, her home systems had distanced themselves from the rest of the galaxy. Now their intelligence was decades old, and putting agents into the field, to begin rebuilding a model of how the galaxy operates in the post-Clone Wars era, was the government's primary goal. Once they understood the new ways, they would be more open to re-inviting the galaxy back to their worlds.

And it was up to lone operatives, like Mira, to get the 'ground truth' by immersing themselves into society.

Mira finished writing and compressing the files of data she had collected and crawled off the rack. Music still playing quietly on the datapad, which she clutched to her chest she made her way towards the pilot house, which was literally just around the corner.

The Captain and the Twi'lek co-pilot were talking. Mira wasn't sure what it was, but she always felt a bit akward around the Twi'lek, and many of the galaxies humanoid species. Wolatarians were far from attractive by human standards, their plain and near bizarre appearance ranked them closer to Hutts and Wookies. They were considered at best 'cute' and at worse, disgusting, regardless of how well kept they were. Mira had a hard time conceptualizing human sexuality, but still felt very plain near other humanoid females.

She proverbially 'poked-her-head-in' and asked, "How long till you need me on comms, Captian?"