Taspir III was, by every record accessible, a desolate place. It was not, however, unmanaged in it’s prime, having been a small albeit useful refinery outpost for the old Galactic Empire. Now? It was in disuse, and for good reason. The climate was volcanic and acidic in equal measure, once environmental suits would be required however time and evolution had tamed the planet slightly. Still, if it precipitated, it did so as a volatile acid that could eat through most flesh and bone, prompting many to take appropriate precautions.
Gale has come here for a rather curious purpose. He wanted to know if he could locate any information or gleam knowledge from the old Imperial structure and it’s contents. If he could further his knowledge of the Force, he could become more powerful... more powerful. Powerful enough to protect those he cared about, and destroy those who stood in his way. He was clad in his black, insignia-less armor modeled from Sith designs. It was both reforged and refurbished Civil-war era armor, enough to protect him from damage and the potential rain, though the skies were sunny and clear. Overtop the armor was a rustic, used grey cloak, held down by a leather holster slung across his shoulder.
The entrance to the refinery was unguarded and abandoned, as usual. But nonetheless Gale had felt it necessary to come prepared. It wasn’t uncommon for being to set up makeshift squatting camps or permanent residences in old factories like this. Or for scavengers and scrappers to hang about the area dismantling larger machinery and salvage technology. The human took a deep breath and cleared his lungs, gently crossing the open archway to the gate. His entropic gaze surveyed the open, rocky area. Anybody could observe him. It made him... uneasy.
@Thluna
