Flying high above the surface of the earth, the sights were unmistakable. Everywhere from the freighter’s cockpit canopy was the canopy of tree; a sea of green where those trees towered toward the sky, tall and skinny, or sprawled low and wide.
Better remember to bring the insect repellent. The ship’s pilot thought as he watched the sun above, nestled his vessel in between it and the ground under, and leveled downward toward a forest clearing. Finding purchase elsewhere on the crowded surface was a challenge.
It shouldn’t be too far from some ruins reported to be anywhere between here and a mountain, but he had no accurate map and had to rely on rumor as much as geography. Either way, this was as much an adventure as it was about practice and familiarity anyhow.
As wind welcomed the ship in beneath the welkin, whipping tree and leaf, the pilot spotted wings fluttering from his cockpit. Smaller birds, but there were rumors of birds bigger and vicious amid other creatures that would not take too kindly to the Human’s presence.
Nevertheless, he had a mission, an objective. Whatever happens, happens. At that, Jedi Padawan Armen Westyll exited his ship, the Somberjack, a pack on his back. Sporting grey attire all over, he wore a light hooded jacket and hiking pants and boots.
Warm. Not too hot. Wonder what squirrel tastes like on this world. He brought all sorts of things in his pack, of course, including food, but the amateur hunter would have to put his survival skills to the test. He would not do so alone. Standing in the clearing with sunlight of his face, he waited for the arrival of his companion so the two could get their adventure underway.
@Narzen
