AUTHORS NOTES
Both this and the next one were part of a drabble challenge on tumblr.
After 66, Kossan had joined back up with her old crew. She'd called for a pickup, gotten off Coruscant, and never looked back. She'd wanted to, but she knew that if she had, she wouldn't stop until she knew what happened to her men; to Axel and Binder, Craft and Maverick. To Maze. And she knew she wouldn't like what she found, so she ran to the outer edges of the galaxy, as far as she could. Nothing in her life was permanent—that was something she should have learned when she was younger. It was just the way things were.
