Her ship touched down in the grasslands of Dantooine, beside a thick-stumped tree and a downhill stream, the water translucent as it ran to a small settlement in the distance. Once out of her ship, Song casually followed the stream into town, her armor reflecting the single sun and set of moons which hung in the sky. For a backwater, Outer-Rim world, Dantooine was sure something to look at.
She took a gravel road stretched through the settlement, catching a few glances thrown her way. Farmers who tended to their gardens, a pair of children hanging in a tree, a lone armed guard who looked like he might piss himself just staring at her. It was obvious none of them were used to newcomers, Mandalorians especially.
Song didn’t mind or care.
She figured she’d be in and out of town within the day. Grab some food, fuel, ask a few questions. According to her tracking fob, and a report from the Guild, there was a bounty supposedly hiding out in the western reaches of the planet. Exactly where she was now. She hoped to find answers from the townsfolk.
The empty-faced Mandalorian walked into what she presumed was the local cafe. The smell of roasted fish and handmade wine hit her first, and in a good way. It was a much needed change of pace compared to her usual walkthrough of bars and cantinas, each equally drenched in the musk of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
Quietly, she took a seat at a corner table, eying other patrons through her tinted visor.
@Algarus
She took a gravel road stretched through the settlement, catching a few glances thrown her way. Farmers who tended to their gardens, a pair of children hanging in a tree, a lone armed guard who looked like he might piss himself just staring at her. It was obvious none of them were used to newcomers, Mandalorians especially.
Song didn’t mind or care.
She figured she’d be in and out of town within the day. Grab some food, fuel, ask a few questions. According to her tracking fob, and a report from the Guild, there was a bounty supposedly hiding out in the western reaches of the planet. Exactly where she was now. She hoped to find answers from the townsfolk.
The empty-faced Mandalorian walked into what she presumed was the local cafe. The smell of roasted fish and handmade wine hit her first, and in a good way. It was a much needed change of pace compared to her usual walkthrough of bars and cantinas, each equally drenched in the musk of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
Quietly, she took a seat at a corner table, eying other patrons through her tinted visor.
@Algarus