Wodan waited in the near empty arrivals lounge, only a handful of people had walked through in the hour he had been there. Every one of them gave the Firrerrian a strange look like he was mad to be on the planet of his own free will. At first he paid them no attention but by the sixth person he was starting to get a little itch on the back of his neck like he wasn’t actually supposed to be here. Though that itch could be part of the nerves, Wodan hadn’t seen Arla since the boat party and their little escapade after hours.
He couldn’t deny he hadn’t thought about her and that night more than once since they departed. It didn’t help that everyone else who he had spoken to who was also at the party, kept asking about the Firrerrian and the Dathmorian. Their respective responsibilities within the growing Sith Empire had pulled them in different directions.
The Firrerrian fidgeted in his seat as he waited, having come from the Southern Reaches of the Empire he had arrived first. Though now he was wishing he had spent a few hours doing laps around the system before landing to save the anxious wait. He wore a simple outfit of dark trousers and boots, an oversized light grey t-shirt and a zipped hoodie. Wodan’s lightsaber was hidden at his back and a small sling bag was at his feet with a change of clothes and some assorted items. The pair were here to scope out the planet, its people and perhaps if they could try and discover some of the secrets which made the Anzat tick.
Wodan had secured them a landspeeder which would take them to a nearby residence of someone who apparently had some sympathies towards the Dark Side. Though the person’s lack of details on his exact allegiance and desires from the meeting left Wodan with more worries than assurances.
Tapping his foot he continued to wait for the Dathmorian to arrive, his hands a little sweaty.
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