Just prior to 1900 hours, Ghubari slipped into the empty holosuite and had the computer start up one of her programs. When Luka entered, she’s walk right through the front door and find herself inside a whitewashed building with an open floor living space. In the middle was a long counter with a sink that formed an island and was parallel to the cooking area that overlooked the back ‘yard’. Said yard was really just a dry ground with an improvised garden that opened up onto a set of plains with acacia trees dotted here and there and dry grasses. If there was a source of water, it was no where to be seen.

Dressed in a black tank top and a intricately patterned black and purple wrap skirt, Ghubari was at the kitchen island, chopping something on a heavy wooden cutting board that was releasing a rather pungent smell into the space. The the left of the entryway was a sitting area with a sofa, coffee table and chairs, and to the right was a dining area that had a lovely view of the front of the house and the little village they were situated in.

“Come on in, Luka,” Koraia said warmly, though she was clearly focused on not chopping off her fingers as she deftly chopped the large onion she rolled onto her cutting board.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO