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Bounty hunting wasn't always the flashiest thing in the galaxy. Arla had been on the hunt for this one for over two weeks and had little to show for it but a few leads. Her crystal ball had turned up little more than a planet, and it wasn't even one she had ever heard of before.
Zastiga was apparently a place frequented by traders, which meant it had good access to the rest of the galaxy without actually being much more than a refueling station itself. Smugglers, merchants, bulk traders, and more all stopped by on their way through the galaxy. It meant enough new faces were coming through that someone on the run wouldn't stand out but it was obscure enough that most people weren't going to stumble on it by accident.
Arla was dressed in her regular working clothes with her lightsaber and knife holstered out of sight as she made her way through the streets. They were already bustling, and she was heading down to a store where she heard the owner made new IDs for people. She could only hope that Campan Sloun had come to him... or that he could point her toward someone who knew.
Arla found herself strolling down the semi-busy street at a casual pace, knowing that the amount of headstart that Campan had would make any sort of immediate rushing pointless. He was either here still or he had moved on a long time ago. The odds of something happening in the next hour were... slim.
So, she stopped to grab an iced caf. Had to enjoy some of the little things in life, and the street vendor had a long enough line that she could guess his caf was good.
Number 42! she heard him shout and someone came up to snatch away the coffee and carry it off to wherever their destination carried them.
Zastiga was apparently a place frequented by traders, which meant it had good access to the rest of the galaxy without actually being much more than a refueling station itself. Smugglers, merchants, bulk traders, and more all stopped by on their way through the galaxy. It meant enough new faces were coming through that someone on the run wouldn't stand out but it was obscure enough that most people weren't going to stumble on it by accident.
Arla was dressed in her regular working clothes with her lightsaber and knife holstered out of sight as she made her way through the streets. They were already bustling, and she was heading down to a store where she heard the owner made new IDs for people. She could only hope that Campan Sloun had come to him... or that he could point her toward someone who knew.
Arla found herself strolling down the semi-busy street at a casual pace, knowing that the amount of headstart that Campan had would make any sort of immediate rushing pointless. He was either here still or he had moved on a long time ago. The odds of something happening in the next hour were... slim.
So, she stopped to grab an iced caf. Had to enjoy some of the little things in life, and the street vendor had a long enough line that she could guess his caf was good.
Number 42! she heard him shout and someone came up to snatch away the coffee and carry it off to wherever their destination carried them.