Out of the most of the planets he had visited recently, Taris was beginning to gain ahead of the others in time spent. Through his time on the planet and in the urban sprawl, he somehow found similarities yet differences at the same time between the planet and his own home on Eriadu. The Lower City of Taris was practically tenfold of everything Phelar was. People, traffic, buildings, restaurants, crime, everything. It was a reminder of how truly small it was but as another side effect, it made him miss home.
Ever since he had joined the Army and then the Knights, Aeron had never gotten a chance to return. He knew ultimately his family and people were safe but he was on the other side of the galaxy. A part of him yearned to return back to his street, stand in front of his house as a prideful and healthy symbol for his family to see. But, just as the yearning was there, so was that pain. It quickly overpowered any desire he had to return, an outcome he tried but failed to combat each time.
Before he let himself dive too deeply into his thoughts as he tended to do, Kelrod always quick to call him out for, he put his mind on the task at hand. Standing in a small listening outpost, one that was barebones but operational. It was stationed outside of a port, one that had rumors swirling around it that the place served as a smuggling ring. It was ran by the local gangs and with Aeron's past experience on previous hunts, there was reason to believe that a majority of their "clientele" were the Sith. The information wasn't concrete but the intensity of Sith activity in Imperial territory gave him reason to believe they had to be well supplied enough.
While Aeron studied the local map, he waited for a fellow Knight to join him, one he hadn't met recently. Their Order was stretched thin but only two of them would be more then enough. Compared to working with the army, he expected this to be much smoother as well.
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Ever since he had joined the Army and then the Knights, Aeron had never gotten a chance to return. He knew ultimately his family and people were safe but he was on the other side of the galaxy. A part of him yearned to return back to his street, stand in front of his house as a prideful and healthy symbol for his family to see. But, just as the yearning was there, so was that pain. It quickly overpowered any desire he had to return, an outcome he tried but failed to combat each time.
Before he let himself dive too deeply into his thoughts as he tended to do, Kelrod always quick to call him out for, he put his mind on the task at hand. Standing in a small listening outpost, one that was barebones but operational. It was stationed outside of a port, one that had rumors swirling around it that the place served as a smuggling ring. It was ran by the local gangs and with Aeron's past experience on previous hunts, there was reason to believe that a majority of their "clientele" were the Sith. The information wasn't concrete but the intensity of Sith activity in Imperial territory gave him reason to believe they had to be well supplied enough.
While Aeron studied the local map, he waited for a fellow Knight to join him, one he hadn't met recently. Their Order was stretched thin but only two of them would be more then enough. Compared to working with the army, he expected this to be much smoother as well.
@llamallove
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