JAKKU
MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
1350 LOCAL TIME
MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
1350 LOCAL TIME
The sun was beating down on the back of his neck even through the hood of his cloak, and Cinere idly wondered whether wearing all-black when venturing out into the desert had been a stupid idea. Even the grip of his speeder bike was growing hotter by the minute, threatening to burn a hole through his gloves. The goggles he'd worn for protection from the wind (and any insect that would have otherwise flown into his eyes) also protected him from being blinded by the glare coming off the durasteel plating of the cheap speeder he'd rented, which was really the only convenient thing about this journey from one trading post to another.
The Sith had made a hobby out of getting bored and traveling to remote planets to search for loot at their markets, but had yet to discover anything more valuable than an old knife allegedly crafted by a sorcerer. The story had fallen apart rather quickly after he bought it and the paint started chipping off, revealing that he was just holding a painted-over chunk of durasteel taken from a shipwreck. And so he had chosen to keep searching.
Today, he was investigating claims that there was a Sith holocron hiding in a market on Jakku. While he had some serious doubts, there was nothing better to do. He was on the way to the next village on his list when it all went South.
A rattling noise from his speeder warned him that something was wrong, but he ignored it, aware that this is an older model and probably prone to making weird noises. Then, smoke started rising from the thrusters, and he soon found himself careening 3 meters over the sandy floor with his thrusters off and a vehicle that was starting to tip over nose-first. It wasn't long before the hunk of metal hit the ground like a meteor, burying him in sand up to his armpits. A crack somewhere alerted him that he'd broken something, but it wasn't immediately obvious what.
'Shi-!" His head hit the handlebar and it all went dark.
@GABA