Calux waited patiently in the ship's hold, tucked behind crates and various bits and bobs. Tucked small and with a dark red cloak covering him, he looked almost like another piece of merchandise covered in a tarp. A few days ago, he would have been, a fact that made him smile to himself quietly. Not anymore! But he sobered quickly - he might have made it off planet, but it was a fair way to call himself free yet. He didn't even know where he was - but it felt like time to leave. He had a good feeling about leaving this time. There had been a few other stops on this ship, but Cal had tried to judge both on time of travel and just. Instinct, he guessed. He had good instincts and they'd done him well before - but, he reminded himself, you had to be careful. Trust your gut was all well and good, but you had to be clever too.
His gut was making itself known in other ways now though - the ration bars he'd managed to lift as he escaped were all gone, and the water had run out a while back too. It was safer to leave now for multiple reasons. He carefully checked his equipment, as well as the satchel and backpack stashed with 'liberated' goods that he knew would fetch a high price (or at least were high value where he was from), and waited for the droids moving the goods out of the ship to be out of line of sight, and crept forward, praying for no sentients to notice him as he did. Luck was on his side - the port was busy with people but he just looked like another traveller once he got past the goods droids, and he strode with purpose.
Sometimes the easiest way to avoid attention was to pretend you had authority. It had worked in the past and it worked now - nobody accosted the small traveller in the dull red cloak. Had the hood been down it might have been a different story - Calux was rather pretty and had a face accentuated by precious metal and stones. To him it was standard - he hadn't even considered removing his piercings. They were, perhaps bizarrely, important to him. And let's be honest - he was a little vain and liked the way they looked.
Once he reached the outside of the port proper, he carefully surveyed his surroundings. First things first, he should gather information - he had no idea where he was, what happened here, and in general had nothing to go on except that good feeling about getting off here. Well, he knew he was on Endor, in the Outer Rim - he'd checked the ship's destination - but to be honest that meant very little to Cal. Nobody bothered teaching a slave - even a high ranking one - geography outside the Hutt's Palace. It would only encourage them to think about escape, after all.
Cal breathed in the strange, wet air. So different from the dry air he was used to. But this place.....it felt.....different. Full of something he couldn't name. Life, perhaps - there was so much Green. Almost an energy buzzing in the air - but that was ridiculous. He sniffed, chasing the childish thoughts away.
Still, perhaps he could.....just. Appreciate the view of the trees for a moment longer.
His gut was making itself known in other ways now though - the ration bars he'd managed to lift as he escaped were all gone, and the water had run out a while back too. It was safer to leave now for multiple reasons. He carefully checked his equipment, as well as the satchel and backpack stashed with 'liberated' goods that he knew would fetch a high price (or at least were high value where he was from), and waited for the droids moving the goods out of the ship to be out of line of sight, and crept forward, praying for no sentients to notice him as he did. Luck was on his side - the port was busy with people but he just looked like another traveller once he got past the goods droids, and he strode with purpose.
Sometimes the easiest way to avoid attention was to pretend you had authority. It had worked in the past and it worked now - nobody accosted the small traveller in the dull red cloak. Had the hood been down it might have been a different story - Calux was rather pretty and had a face accentuated by precious metal and stones. To him it was standard - he hadn't even considered removing his piercings. They were, perhaps bizarrely, important to him. And let's be honest - he was a little vain and liked the way they looked.
Once he reached the outside of the port proper, he carefully surveyed his surroundings. First things first, he should gather information - he had no idea where he was, what happened here, and in general had nothing to go on except that good feeling about getting off here. Well, he knew he was on Endor, in the Outer Rim - he'd checked the ship's destination - but to be honest that meant very little to Cal. Nobody bothered teaching a slave - even a high ranking one - geography outside the Hutt's Palace. It would only encourage them to think about escape, after all.
Cal breathed in the strange, wet air. So different from the dry air he was used to. But this place.....it felt.....different. Full of something he couldn't name. Life, perhaps - there was so much Green. Almost an energy buzzing in the air - but that was ridiculous. He sniffed, chasing the childish thoughts away.
Still, perhaps he could.....just. Appreciate the view of the trees for a moment longer.
