Balder Egilson stepped off the transport in Onderon with a sigh of relief. Though he did have a private bunk in the bulky ship, it was so small it made him feel imprisoned. He could stretch his arms out and touch the walls on both sides - it was basically a closet that he was riding away from Naboo in! He growled at the thought of where he had come from, physically shaking off the anguish that had started to rise up within him.
The young Sith Legionaire wandered aimlessly through a crowded marketplace until his nose led him to a stall selling mouth watering morsels of meat skewered on small sticks and roasted over a fire. He bought four and kept walking as he ate them. Iziz wasn't the largest city he'd ever seen, but it did hold a fair amount of activity. Eventually, young Baldr found a semi-quiet little cantina and rented a room for the night.
Instead of retiring right away, however, he settled into a comfortable stance out in the small clearing behind the place. He brought out his sabers and activated the blood red blades. Closing his eyes, he began to pace through his practice routines. Conjuring enemies from his mind's eye, he thrust right then swung left with both weapons...
@Topher Ridge