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Rain pitter pattered from the sky, hitting the grey metal which the citizens walked around on. Thunder boomed in the distant as Vosh Deo, a Mandalorian walked down the street. Much like a Jedi Cloak, he wore it over his body, the hood up. Yet in his hand was yet again another book. He hardly was watching where he was going. He could have bumped into anyone if he wasn't careful. Though people stepped out of the mans way, As he just kept reading this Novel about the sea. It was odd, not his typical choice in books. It lacked that drive which romance gave, sure it was amazing writing. There was no doubt about that. He flipped the page to the next chapter as he rounded the corner. Speeders zipped past above him, the dull lighting of the streets giving no true pleasure to the poor reading light. Finally Vosh stopped at the cross walk. Putting his book in his jacket pocket. He finally looked around.
The Strip he was on had neon lights, Green, Pink, Red, Blue. All these lights flashed and blinked as he looked around. Some signs showed as Bars, Others as dance floors. None of these things really appealed to Vosh for the time. Though a drink never hurt anyone. The crosswalk finally activated as he crossed. The crowd of people masking him just as a normal civilian. He was far from that, to the naked eye. He seemed like a normal man, who just wanted to read a book. Finally as he made his way to the side walk, he stood there in thought. Where to go tonight.. where to go.. Ah! There it was. His regular bar on this planet. A simple and quite bar.
As he made his way down the street, he couldn't help but feeling as if.. Either he was being followed or watched. Maybe both, the man didn't make many enemies. It didn't mean there weren't people out to kill him either. None the less, He finally made his way into the bar. The rain now muffled as he took off his soaked cloak. Placing it on the rack. His black Mandalorian armor now showed, his helmet in view. Which he took off. Holding under his left arm. His boots clacked against the steps. He found a seat soon after, in the far corner where he sat down. To only start reading his book once more.
The Strip he was on had neon lights, Green, Pink, Red, Blue. All these lights flashed and blinked as he looked around. Some signs showed as Bars, Others as dance floors. None of these things really appealed to Vosh for the time. Though a drink never hurt anyone. The crosswalk finally activated as he crossed. The crowd of people masking him just as a normal civilian. He was far from that, to the naked eye. He seemed like a normal man, who just wanted to read a book. Finally as he made his way to the side walk, he stood there in thought. Where to go tonight.. where to go.. Ah! There it was. His regular bar on this planet. A simple and quite bar.
As he made his way down the street, he couldn't help but feeling as if.. Either he was being followed or watched. Maybe both, the man didn't make many enemies. It didn't mean there weren't people out to kill him either. None the less, He finally made his way into the bar. The rain now muffled as he took off his soaked cloak. Placing it on the rack. His black Mandalorian armor now showed, his helmet in view. Which he took off. Holding under his left arm. His boots clacked against the steps. He found a seat soon after, in the far corner where he sat down. To only start reading his book once more.