Bast knew the job was going to be headache from the moment she set eyes on Jakku. However, she was new and new rangers got the short end of the Acklay tooth. Dust clouds whirled around the planet in golden marbled clouds. Programming in the planetary coordinates for the nearest spaceport, Bast sat back and relaxed as she began her descent. It was unlikely she would be able to rest once she was on-site. Even if she caught who she was looking for quickly, she would likely spend says scraping sand out of the chinks in her faded armor. Bast looked at her Enforcer Armor lovingly. Although it had a few dings and scratches, the paint that comprised the Sector Rangers Emblem was good as new. Just seeing the thing she was a part of brought a smile to her face. She was working again. And better than working, she was making the galaxy a better place. Even arresting the small spice dealer currently visiting Jakku could save lives.
So caught up in her fantasy of justice and glory, Emblai barely noticed as she received the all clear to land her Sapphire Crescent. Hastily tying her hair up in a bun and adjusting her posture, she strolled off her ship confidently locking it up and headed towards the nearest Cantina. Although drunk people were poor witnesses, they did give helpful tips and she had a feeling the dealer she was looking for had been around the somewhat lacking nightlife of the planet. Bast kept her helmet under her arm in order to appear friendly. People were also more likely to talk to those whose face was clearly visible.
Seating herself at the bar of the Cantina, Bast scanned the area. Dirty duracreet floor (probably not cleaned in a week), Exhausted bartender (huge circles under his eyes and the fact he almost dropped several drinks nodding off indicated he’d had little sleep), Paid dancers who worked by the hour (the tip basket was empty, and the dancer‘s makeup had not been sweated off. It was 21:04), and a variety of other patrons. Turning to the person next to her, Bast felt the hydraulics in her spine change. “Do you come here often?”
So caught up in her fantasy of justice and glory, Emblai barely noticed as she received the all clear to land her Sapphire Crescent. Hastily tying her hair up in a bun and adjusting her posture, she strolled off her ship confidently locking it up and headed towards the nearest Cantina. Although drunk people were poor witnesses, they did give helpful tips and she had a feeling the dealer she was looking for had been around the somewhat lacking nightlife of the planet. Bast kept her helmet under her arm in order to appear friendly. People were also more likely to talk to those whose face was clearly visible.
Seating herself at the bar of the Cantina, Bast scanned the area. Dirty duracreet floor (probably not cleaned in a week), Exhausted bartender (huge circles under his eyes and the fact he almost dropped several drinks nodding off indicated he’d had little sleep), Paid dancers who worked by the hour (the tip basket was empty, and the dancer‘s makeup had not been sweated off. It was 21:04), and a variety of other patrons. Turning to the person next to her, Bast felt the hydraulics in her spine change. “Do you come here often?”