Kaas City was a sight to behold. Surrounded on all sides by a verdant jungle and beset by near-endless storms, most either loved it or merely tolerated the weather. Personally, Nakoa was a big fan of the only planet in Old Sith space that wasn't some flavor of wasteland. Korriban, Moraband, and Ziost were great to visit, but he wouldn't want to plant roots there. Instead he'd found himself what he considered ideal.
Past the city's edge, not far from the Sith academy still being rebuilt, was an old warehouse. Previously used for military gear, then mostly smuggling and the like post-abandonment, it was finally sold after the local bank noticed the land was unused. Nakoa'd been milling about his makeshift camp and setting his yard. The inside needed a lot of work, but for now, he had his ship, his speeder truck, general camping supplies, and a random assortment of salvage and spare parts.
There he was, in the middle of a break with a folding chair deployed beneath a tarp, a cooler packed with ice and a true excess of cheap beer, and some rabbits roasting over a covered fire when he heard a rhythmic thumping and the rustling of plants. The main way to the old warehouse was a half-overgrown dirt path some used as a running or hiking trail. Figuring it was probably one of those rather than a bipedal and fitness-conscious bear or something, Nakoa called out in accented basic through the trees toward the passing shape.
"Aye-o! Stop by for a beer!" A siren call for all kinds of strangers and their stories out in the galaxy. Regardless of the reaction, he threw a handful of dried herbs into the cooking coals, their mixed scents wafting into the air over the meat as the rain fell pitter-pat on the covering overhead. He was pretty sure if he didn't season food, Nana would appear and make fun of him.
@Sreeya
