A small vessel of the Shade Order, capable of hyperspace travel, dropped out of hyperspace near the Forest Moon of Endor. Onboard of the vessel were Astraia Julius and her Padawan Dustin Crowe.
Dustin stood by one of the windows, gazing at the moon they were nearing. In his right hand he held his hat, his left hand was on the butt end of his left revolver. Also, clipped to his belt, was the training saber Astraia had given to him. It wasn't much, and Dustin wouldn't be able to deal some real damage with it, but it might be useful... for something.
The gunslinger was a tad nervous. They were going after a Rogue Jedi who—if the rumors were true—had gone into hiding in the dense forest that covered the entire moon of Endor. Dustin had never really fought a Jedi before. He was glad his trainer was with him.
They had left Thyferra a couple of days ago. Dustin had tried to meditate, but he found it quite hard to focus. He was constantly distracted... by something. Maybe it was his nervosity. Maybe it was something else.
He took a deep breath and watched the moon coming closer...
Dustin stood by one of the windows, gazing at the moon they were nearing. In his right hand he held his hat, his left hand was on the butt end of his left revolver. Also, clipped to his belt, was the training saber Astraia had given to him. It wasn't much, and Dustin wouldn't be able to deal some real damage with it, but it might be useful... for something.
The gunslinger was a tad nervous. They were going after a Rogue Jedi who—if the rumors were true—had gone into hiding in the dense forest that covered the entire moon of Endor. Dustin had never really fought a Jedi before. He was glad his trainer was with him.
They had left Thyferra a couple of days ago. Dustin had tried to meditate, but he found it quite hard to focus. He was constantly distracted... by something. Maybe it was his nervosity. Maybe it was something else.
He took a deep breath and watched the moon coming closer...