The nondescript, clunky ship trailed a bit of smoke as it came down through the atmosphere on Ando Prime. The soft orange light from the sun barely reflected off of the tarnished gray metal of the freighter, and as it decelerated, the engines moving it flickered for a brief second and resumed normal function. Landing on the nearest open pad, the air was punctuated only by the dying engines while the hatch slowly lowered, creaking all the while.
Pravus emerged from the interior, shielding his eyes from the sun with a scowl on his face. The captain of the freighter looked back at him and shouted something in Huttese, a language Pravus never bothered to understand without the use of the Force. Relying on that gift provided him, he simply replied in an irritated tone, and with a short and blunt-sounding answer. The captain, a blue Twi'lek with age marks the size of a moon, cursed at him in the customary and adopted language of his people, and Pravus simply ignored his shouts. The hatch raised after the time delay and the dark-robed, ex-Jedi man scanned the port, looking for anyone else. He had been contacted to come to these coordinates with the promise of vengeance against the Jedi. Not surprisingly, he had come quickly after paying for a ride in that clunker of a freighter.
"What in the Force's name am I supposed to find here?" He muttered, casting his dark eyes around the region and lowering his hand to his lightsaber hilt, ready to draw it in case this was a setup. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to kill him...
Pravus emerged from the interior, shielding his eyes from the sun with a scowl on his face. The captain of the freighter looked back at him and shouted something in Huttese, a language Pravus never bothered to understand without the use of the Force. Relying on that gift provided him, he simply replied in an irritated tone, and with a short and blunt-sounding answer. The captain, a blue Twi'lek with age marks the size of a moon, cursed at him in the customary and adopted language of his people, and Pravus simply ignored his shouts. The hatch raised after the time delay and the dark-robed, ex-Jedi man scanned the port, looking for anyone else. He had been contacted to come to these coordinates with the promise of vengeance against the Jedi. Not surprisingly, he had come quickly after paying for a ride in that clunker of a freighter.
"What in the Force's name am I supposed to find here?" He muttered, casting his dark eyes around the region and lowering his hand to his lightsaber hilt, ready to draw it in case this was a setup. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to kill him...