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The diversity of the places that Galahad and Austin's adventures took them never ceased to amaze the ex-guard. First was the desert landscape of Jedha dotted with plateaus, then the rolling hills of Dantooine, followed by the lush forests of Tython and the grand cityscape of Corellia.
But Ojom? Ojom was different altogether. Initially Galahad expected they would be making landfall on the planet's surface, until he learned that it was cold. So cold, in fact, that it was practically inhospitable. Its orbit, however, was filled with massive space stations, forming a large collection of trade hubs. Initially, Galahad expected it to be similar to Coronet City in many respects, but he could not have been further from the truth. Where Corellia had been sleek and streamlined, bustling with hyperlanes and filled with the glistening steel and glass of towering skyscrapers, Ojom's space stations were rustic and robust. Its architecture offered much greater functionality over form, some areas of the station visibly patched up to bring back to working condition. A few floodlights kept its interior lit well enough, ranging in colour from white to yellow and orange, starkly in contrast to the flashing gradient of shades displayed by Coronet City's downtown scenery.
Ojom's aesthetics were also reflected in its clientele. Merchants of all shapes and sizes clad in drab brown and grey clothes called out their wares from various shops and stands, and freelancers equipped with large, robust firearms and gritty armour plating stood by talking business with potential employers. From what Galahad had heard of the Outer Rim, this place very much gave off the same feeling. While to him it appeared grungy, dark, and less sophisticated, to others it was ripe with opportunity.
Almost a month ago, Austin and Galahad had discovered a lead after apprehending a group of thieves on Corellia. Other responsibilities had held them up until recently, namely the large investigation Galahad had been requested to assist with by Master Zeerda and the Conclave called by the Councillors to discuss the Republic's outlawing of Jedi in their space. Having completed their more pressing tasks, however, the two friends now had time to continue their own investigation. The focus of their search was a place and a name: Ojom, and 'the Spyder'. For all they knew, he could be some kind of gang lord or an arms dealer. Whatever the case was, the two Jedi were here to investigate. Having foregone his typical Jedi garb for standard spacer's leathers, lightsaber hidden beneath his robes and a plain cane in place of his ornate staff, Galahad gazed around at the central marketplace's entrance from the hangar bay. "Well, we must begin somewhere. We should gather information as best we can before asking any direct questions. This 'Spyder' could be far more dangerous than we have anticipated."
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