“The Outer Rim is a lawless place. It is a haven for smugglers, cartels, syndicates, and all kinds of scum and villainy.”
― Jennica Pierce
Fiach had researched Lokori — but of course she had, this was Fiach, a venerable bookworm. So, even though this was a routine mission to deliver a payment in return for some intelligence, the Order had decided to send two Padawans. It seemed that routine missions were the most dangerous kind!
Their ship was descending nowThrough the transparisteel cockpit, she could see the capital city of Fucallpa. It looked like some enormous flower bed, riotous with colours and shapes. Her sweeping gaze took in basket-like structures and spiked domes like outsized succulents; buildings climbing in off-kilter segments with stairways wrapped around them like clinging vines; residential areas that might as well have been horticultural farms, laid out like lobed or pointed leaves.
Unable to see them from this distance, she knew the indigenous species - which were also called Lokori — were stalklike insectoids, with stemmed eyes, vestigial wings, and elongated hindquarters from which at one time had extended a second pair of reverse-articulated legs.
Her self-briefing had included the fact that the Lokori's intrinsic graciousness, evidenced by a to-and-fro motion of the head was based on a religious ritual that signalled greeting and gentle acceptance.
Receiving confirmation they could land, Fiach turned to her fellow Padawan, Ori. “So, would you like to take the lead on this mission?” It was said as it was meant, as an honest question. Fiach was not competitive and was happy to play the role of peer or subordinate, depending on whoever she was assigned with. It was the prospect of being in charge that would faze her.
@Roentgenium
― Jennica Pierce
Fiach had researched Lokori — but of course she had, this was Fiach, a venerable bookworm. So, even though this was a routine mission to deliver a payment in return for some intelligence, the Order had decided to send two Padawans. It seemed that routine missions were the most dangerous kind!
Their ship was descending nowThrough the transparisteel cockpit, she could see the capital city of Fucallpa. It looked like some enormous flower bed, riotous with colours and shapes. Her sweeping gaze took in basket-like structures and spiked domes like outsized succulents; buildings climbing in off-kilter segments with stairways wrapped around them like clinging vines; residential areas that might as well have been horticultural farms, laid out like lobed or pointed leaves.
Unable to see them from this distance, she knew the indigenous species - which were also called Lokori — were stalklike insectoids, with stemmed eyes, vestigial wings, and elongated hindquarters from which at one time had extended a second pair of reverse-articulated legs.
Her self-briefing had included the fact that the Lokori's intrinsic graciousness, evidenced by a to-and-fro motion of the head was based on a religious ritual that signalled greeting and gentle acceptance.
Receiving confirmation they could land, Fiach turned to her fellow Padawan, Ori. “So, would you like to take the lead on this mission?” It was said as it was meant, as an honest question. Fiach was not competitive and was happy to play the role of peer or subordinate, depending on whoever she was assigned with. It was the prospect of being in charge that would faze her.
@Roentgenium