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Manda
Mid-Rim
1330 Hours Local Time
Aroo Spaceport
Ral, the Rebel Mandalorian, ARES operative, and all around loner was walking through the Aroo Spaceport having just landed there. His mission was fairly simple: see if there is a way into Roon and what kind of Imperial Presence was in the area if any. So here he was on the planet Manda, a rather ironic or at the very least coincidental name all things considered. Manda was the metaphoric gateway to the hyperspace route which led to the refuge world of Roon. A planet lost since the Civil War and subsequent genocide of his people. Ral only hoped that there was something to learn on this planet, something he could take back to both Arya and Sisk, the two people, two Mando'ade who were most interested and most eager to get inside the Cloak of the Sith as it was called.
Walking down the streets of Aroo, the brown haired, blue-eyed man watched the crowds of merchants and vagabonds as he passed them. In a place like this one could never be too careful. Even though he was technically in Hutt space he still had to be careful about getting jumped by an over eager Bounty Hunter thinking to curry some favor with the Empire by delivering a Mandalorian to them. Luckily, that had only happened once or twice to Ral, and the Bounty Hunters were so wholly incompetent that they thought that confronting the Mandalorian directly would be the best way to grab him.
Seeing a cantina nearby called the Spacer's Respite, Ral figured that it would be a good place to start his search and begin to gather what information he could out of the locals or passersby. Stepping inside the Mandalorian could pick out a half-dozen individuals at the bar with another dozen or so spread out across the tables along the sides. Moving across the durasteel grey floors to the bar, Ral walked up to the bar. "Hey, barkeep, you hear anything interesting going on in these parts? Ships that appear unusual or Imps in large numbers?" Flicking the man a credit chip, Ral watched implacably from behind his T-shaped visor. Next to him at the bar was a woman in her mid-twenties with short black hair, dark eyes, a dark red breastplate covering her dark purple clothing, which covered the rest of her athletic-shaped body. On her hip was a belt with a blaster and a knife. "What about you, ge'l? You seen or heard anything unusual?" Ral asked motioning to the bartender to put her next drink on him, his Mandalorian accent coming through on the word girl.