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Swamps of Taris
1324 local time
Taris--a planet seemingly existing just for the sake of being a dump. As if its natural landscape being endless, humid and dirty, swamps, it was also littered with shipwrecks, acting as a sort of junkyard. Initially, the wrecks had been due to some sort of disaster at some point in its history, but it seemed like many dumped their hunks of durasteel in the swamps just because they could at this point. This was a place as good as any to start the scavenger hunt for the journals Cinere was looking for, and thanks to some information that he'd persuaded an informant to provide him with, he knew just where to begin.
But first, he had to wait. He'd enlisted some help for this journey, mostly due to a need for socialization rather than a legitimate need for help, and said help seemed to be very very close to running late. She had 6 more minutes to arrive before Cinere would turn on his heel and begin the search alone, leaving her to wander through the swamps by herself. She knew his current coordinates, and he'd even gone so far as to rent a swamp speeder from the nearest city for her to use to get there, so any more than that was already taking too much from him.
The Sith idly sat down on a treestump, pulling out a thin cigarra and lighting it with a small burst of flame from his finger. He instantly felt light-headed for a brief second, then recovered. Conjuring flames was extremely taxing, but practice makes perfect, and it was certainly a good skill to work on whenever the opportunity arose. Taking a drag from the cigarra, he admired the land around him, all hanging, mossy trees and murky water.
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