A Few Days passed, each even more awkward as the Mandalorian and...whatever Rowa was now...didn't exactly speak to each other, especially when Rowa was more fixated on his dreams and his own confusions before. It would be on the third or fourth day when suddenly Rowa would feel the jerk of them coming out of hyperspace.
"What the-' he said as he saw a planet before them, "Is this-?" he asked as he gave a slight limp towards the cockpit.
"Nah" said Dolworth as he pulled the Raza into orbit around the planet, "This is Corellia. I need to stop by the markets to pick up a few things before we continue onto Naboo! Shouldn't be too long!" he said as he pulled the ship down towards Corellia. After a few code clearances and some flyby inspections by the local planetary defense forces the Raza landed in a vacant landing bay. It was then Dolworth noticed, "Guards?" he said instinctively.
Rowa looked around, watching as a group of security guards began to approach the ship, "What do they want?" he asked, the pit of his stomach beginning to fall. The Fear and anger began to stir as the thought of going back into a cell made him call for the Darkside.
"Were close to the Core" stated Dolworth as he began shutting all systems down, "Chances are the security is heightened and they will be searching ships and personnel" he stated as he climbed from the cockpit and began stowing weapons, gear, and a few other things away, "Standard procedure-" his voice trailed off for a moment before a long pause followed. Rowa stared at him for a moment, his fear dissipating but still remaining from the uncertainty.
"What?" Rowa asked.
Suddenly Dolworth opened a small box, pulling something covered in a rag and throwing it at Rowa, who in turn instinctively caught it, "Put that on!" Dolworth instructed before heading to the airlock and hatches.
"What is it?!" asked Rowa curiously. Dolworth turned to look at Rowa.
"We don't have time for 20 questions boy!" he said sternly, "We don't know if those Jedi on Dantooine either listed you MIA, KIA, or a fugitive from the law" he warned, "All we know is that it's best not to take any chances!" he said as he turned back to the airlock, "And while i would rather have you wear ANYTHING other than that i don't have anything else! Now put the damned helmet on!" Finished Dolworth as he began to exit the ship to talk to the Guards.
Rowa could sense more than just anger. There was Bitterness at what had to be done, not the guards, not at the fact Rowa has to disguise himself, it was with WHAT he had to disguise himself with. And with the bitterness came something else, something that made Rowa pause with curiosity and another emotion he could not understand as he pulled the rags away to reveal what laid beneath: An Old Mandalorian Helmet...
"What the-' he said as he saw a planet before them, "Is this-?" he asked as he gave a slight limp towards the cockpit.
"Nah" said Dolworth as he pulled the Raza into orbit around the planet, "This is Corellia. I need to stop by the markets to pick up a few things before we continue onto Naboo! Shouldn't be too long!" he said as he pulled the ship down towards Corellia. After a few code clearances and some flyby inspections by the local planetary defense forces the Raza landed in a vacant landing bay. It was then Dolworth noticed, "Guards?" he said instinctively.
Rowa looked around, watching as a group of security guards began to approach the ship, "What do they want?" he asked, the pit of his stomach beginning to fall. The Fear and anger began to stir as the thought of going back into a cell made him call for the Darkside.
"Were close to the Core" stated Dolworth as he began shutting all systems down, "Chances are the security is heightened and they will be searching ships and personnel" he stated as he climbed from the cockpit and began stowing weapons, gear, and a few other things away, "Standard procedure-" his voice trailed off for a moment before a long pause followed. Rowa stared at him for a moment, his fear dissipating but still remaining from the uncertainty.
"What?" Rowa asked.
Suddenly Dolworth opened a small box, pulling something covered in a rag and throwing it at Rowa, who in turn instinctively caught it, "Put that on!" Dolworth instructed before heading to the airlock and hatches.
"What is it?!" asked Rowa curiously. Dolworth turned to look at Rowa.
"We don't have time for 20 questions boy!" he said sternly, "We don't know if those Jedi on Dantooine either listed you MIA, KIA, or a fugitive from the law" he warned, "All we know is that it's best not to take any chances!" he said as he turned back to the airlock, "And while i would rather have you wear ANYTHING other than that i don't have anything else! Now put the damned helmet on!" Finished Dolworth as he began to exit the ship to talk to the Guards.
Rowa could sense more than just anger. There was Bitterness at what had to be done, not the guards, not at the fact Rowa has to disguise himself, it was with WHAT he had to disguise himself with. And with the bitterness came something else, something that made Rowa pause with curiosity and another emotion he could not understand as he pulled the rags away to reveal what laid beneath: An Old Mandalorian Helmet...