SULLUST
Pinyumb || The Quad
Pinyumb || The Quad
Leon set down his Malla-Class Starfighter in the spaceport on Pinyumb. Sullust’s capital was in sad shape following the Mandalorians’ pulling out of the planet. A power vacuum is prime real estate for nefarious opportunists and the volcanic planet was rife with civil unrest. He’d been assigned two missions for the price of one this time around. Leon was to help guard a humanitarian aid group from Theed University while they did their job, and also gather information on who the big players were on the planet.
Leon vaulted over the side of his ship and landed with a grunt. His legs were stiff from the flight. His ship was great, and he loved flying it locally, but long trips sucked. He stretched his lower back out and then double-checked his gear. He wore his typical attire mission gear, but his armament had received a bit of an upgrade. His K-19 was still in it’s reverse holster, but Lionheart was gone. Alton Vari’s lightsaber hung from his hip in lieu of his blastword. Berchest had solidified a lot of things for Leon. The foremost of them was his identity. He, against all odds, was a Jedi.
Even in the subterranean city, it was hot. A staging facility for the University had been set up toward the center of the city. He took a little time to acclimate to his surroundings. He pulled out his personav and made his way to the Staging area. Vents along the walkways leaked steam in sharp spurts.
Pinyumb was an enigma to the padawan. It was densely packed, but there was no one on the road. He looked around, wondering if he was missing something, then he heard a far-off whining roar that grew louder as it drew near. Leon slipped into an ally and watched as a gang of seven swoops flew overhead in “V” formation. He had a bad feeling about this. As they headed in the opposite direction he noticed that the native began to stir.
“They that bad?” he asked an older Sullustan, the being rolled it’s eyes and waved its hands at him in exasperation. “Wow, that bad,” he muttered as he watched the broken being shuffle away. He clenched his jaw and looked back into the air where the swoop gang had been. This place must be hell right now… he thought as he jogged off in the direction of the staging facility.
He slowed to a walk as he closed in on the staging area. It was a warehouse in the center of the city. Leon spotted a woman directing a pair of freight droids holding supply crates. As she finished he said, “Sorry to bother you, I’m Leon Baudelaire, the Jedi sent to assist with security. You wouldn’t happen to kno—” When she turned around her beauty stole his breath. Moonlight personified stared back at him. What were the odds that Jayna Throne would be here?
“Oh, Wow, small universe, huh?” he started then realizing she probably had no clue who he was, “Sorry you probably don’t remember me, I’m your brother’s roommate back on Ithor. Nice to see you again,” he said holding a hand out in greeting.
Man, he was such a dork…
@Altaris
Leon vaulted over the side of his ship and landed with a grunt. His legs were stiff from the flight. His ship was great, and he loved flying it locally, but long trips sucked. He stretched his lower back out and then double-checked his gear. He wore his typical attire mission gear, but his armament had received a bit of an upgrade. His K-19 was still in it’s reverse holster, but Lionheart was gone. Alton Vari’s lightsaber hung from his hip in lieu of his blastword. Berchest had solidified a lot of things for Leon. The foremost of them was his identity. He, against all odds, was a Jedi.
Even in the subterranean city, it was hot. A staging facility for the University had been set up toward the center of the city. He took a little time to acclimate to his surroundings. He pulled out his personav and made his way to the Staging area. Vents along the walkways leaked steam in sharp spurts.
Pinyumb was an enigma to the padawan. It was densely packed, but there was no one on the road. He looked around, wondering if he was missing something, then he heard a far-off whining roar that grew louder as it drew near. Leon slipped into an ally and watched as a gang of seven swoops flew overhead in “V” formation. He had a bad feeling about this. As they headed in the opposite direction he noticed that the native began to stir.
“They that bad?” he asked an older Sullustan, the being rolled it’s eyes and waved its hands at him in exasperation. “Wow, that bad,” he muttered as he watched the broken being shuffle away. He clenched his jaw and looked back into the air where the swoop gang had been. This place must be hell right now… he thought as he jogged off in the direction of the staging facility.
He slowed to a walk as he closed in on the staging area. It was a warehouse in the center of the city. Leon spotted a woman directing a pair of freight droids holding supply crates. As she finished he said, “Sorry to bother you, I’m Leon Baudelaire, the Jedi sent to assist with security. You wouldn’t happen to kno—” When she turned around her beauty stole his breath. Moonlight personified stared back at him. What were the odds that Jayna Throne would be here?
“Oh, Wow, small universe, huh?” he started then realizing she probably had no clue who he was, “Sorry you probably don’t remember me, I’m your brother’s roommate back on Ithor. Nice to see you again,” he said holding a hand out in greeting.
Man, he was such a dork…
@Altaris