@Tenagra,
Outer Rim,
Unknown Planet,
Gravel and coarse vegetation cracked under his feet as Ke Eoto made his way over the grim landscape of a barren and ashen world. He was sent to the forgotten planet in the Outer Rim on his first solo assignment, no master or higher ranking Jedi around to guide his choices, just the alien padawan and his instincts on how to proceed. His task was to track down the location of a local small-time pirate band operating off of this unnamed planet, or its system at least, with a minuscule enough presence that Sector Rangers did not divert any resources to deal with them yet. He was to capture their leader and turn him in to the local law enforcement agency, bounty hunting guild representative, or a Sector Ranger, whichever was the most convenient as long as it would unsure that the small pirate cell was left without any leadership. Although the assignment was qualified as low-risk, he was not without a backup should things go south.
The alien Jedi rounded a bent in the gravel path, coming to a clearing within a forest of dead trees to which multiple gravel and asphalt roads lead to. The nearest town was a considerable distance away, although the spot he trekked to was not deserted. The clearing was home to a tavern of sorts, a meeting point for travelers seeking some rest, nourishment, and indulgence to various vices. According to a string of leads he followed, it would also be a spot where he would be able to find one of the pirate group members, and hopefully in turn, the location of the pirate hideout.
Like many of his order at the time, the very noticeably alien padawan did not wear any of his traditional robes or tunics, or even brought a lightsaber with him. Instead, the Blood Carver, a being of elongated, thin limbs that contained one more joint than a human, wore a black bodyglove over his body covered in chitinous plates. A layer of armored plasteel plates adorned the bodyglove that did little to hide his alien, slender physique, a suit that made him look like any other alien mercenary that would attend such a place, especially considering the long-barreled cycler rifle he was holding in his hands, and the sheathed vibrosword belt hanging off of his side, swaying lightly to his movements.
He pushed off again, following the gravel path to the entrance of the tavern.
Outer Rim,
Unknown Planet,
Gravel and coarse vegetation cracked under his feet as Ke Eoto made his way over the grim landscape of a barren and ashen world. He was sent to the forgotten planet in the Outer Rim on his first solo assignment, no master or higher ranking Jedi around to guide his choices, just the alien padawan and his instincts on how to proceed. His task was to track down the location of a local small-time pirate band operating off of this unnamed planet, or its system at least, with a minuscule enough presence that Sector Rangers did not divert any resources to deal with them yet. He was to capture their leader and turn him in to the local law enforcement agency, bounty hunting guild representative, or a Sector Ranger, whichever was the most convenient as long as it would unsure that the small pirate cell was left without any leadership. Although the assignment was qualified as low-risk, he was not without a backup should things go south.
The alien Jedi rounded a bent in the gravel path, coming to a clearing within a forest of dead trees to which multiple gravel and asphalt roads lead to. The nearest town was a considerable distance away, although the spot he trekked to was not deserted. The clearing was home to a tavern of sorts, a meeting point for travelers seeking some rest, nourishment, and indulgence to various vices. According to a string of leads he followed, it would also be a spot where he would be able to find one of the pirate group members, and hopefully in turn, the location of the pirate hideout.
Like many of his order at the time, the very noticeably alien padawan did not wear any of his traditional robes or tunics, or even brought a lightsaber with him. Instead, the Blood Carver, a being of elongated, thin limbs that contained one more joint than a human, wore a black bodyglove over his body covered in chitinous plates. A layer of armored plasteel plates adorned the bodyglove that did little to hide his alien, slender physique, a suit that made him look like any other alien mercenary that would attend such a place, especially considering the long-barreled cycler rifle he was holding in his hands, and the sheathed vibrosword belt hanging off of his side, swaying lightly to his movements.
He pushed off again, following the gravel path to the entrance of the tavern.