Mustafar was well known for being an old hub of Sith activity. The lava-covered refinery planet was home to Fortress Vader, which had been repurposed by other Sith in the Empire. It was a horrible planet, full of ash, volcanic gas, and a high enough ambient temperature to scorch skin right off unshielded beings on the surface. Horrible, horrible place. Soleil and his partner for the day weren't going there, though.
They were headed to Nur, the water moon of Mustafar. By all accounts, an old Imperial stronghold lay beneath the endless ocean's surface, and Soleil was pretty sure he had accurate grid coordinates. He was joined by Arla, someone he'd never really interacted much with before, both traveling on some generic Imperial amphibious shuttle. Which here meant it could land on water; if they had to go under, they'd have to do it the old-fashioned way.
The shuttle burst from hyperspace, whereupon Sol emerged from his quarters to thoroughly stretch his limbs in the most wide-open space available. He hated tight quarters and found it easier to just meditate while traveling instead. Sol wore a light, sleeveless field tunic over long-sleeve thermal netting that helped regulate his temperature. His gills were covered as usual. Easy access forearm science gadgetry and his stocked-up utility belt, to which a waterproof messenger bag was attached at the rear, finished things off.
'Been to an ocean world before?' he asked Arla whenever she became visible, his eyes glancing out the window. The dilapidated tower of Fortress Inquisitorius was visible out the window, peeking above the water's surface. 'Oh, right. I'm Soleil, cool to meet you.' He offered her a handshake, internally pleased he hadn't skipped the greeting step this time.
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