Son of Triam
[member="Adenn Gra'tua"], @Kung Seilois
Mos Eisley...
You know, for such a backwater world an awful lot takes place here.
Looking for information on a rumor she heard about a Jedi stock pile of Cortosis and songsteel, Triam Akovin was once again lead to a most unlikely place. The desert world of Tatooine was infamous and renowned for its crime. It was currently under Confederacy Control, and a lot of the crime was suppressed under the governorship of some force user that lost one of the earlier rounds of the Tournament of the Cauldron. It still thrived though. You can make laws on Tatooine, but Tatooine does't have to listen to them. She was baking in her suit. Wearing a full suit of armor probably wasn't the best idea on a desert planet, but she had gone down a path where she didn't trust anything but her own innovation and invention. It had been a looong time since she set foot on a planet without her armor on, and she wasn't about to stop now.
Her cloak billowed around her as the glint of her armor practically blinded folks passing by, she tried to stuff the brown clothe around her to prevent that... eventually she decided she was too exhausted from the heat to do that, so she let loose and let everyone gaze at her glorious visage. Sweat ran down her face, and he blinked it away as she searched for the contact point she had acquired in relation to that rumor.
Thank the force it was in a nice cool cantina!
She practically burst in with relief from the sun... only to be disappointed by almost insignificant change in temperature. She tried to stay positive that at least she was out of the suns harsh glare. Still backing from the residual energy of the outside, she nodded her head to flip back her helmet, revealing her matted, but spiked blonde hair. Her calculating and very alive blue eyes scanned the cantina for threats, allies, information, anything and everything. She was practically a walking super computer... except that she wasn't at all.
She walked over and sat down at a seat, and asked for some ale in a tired breathe. She'd ask around later.
Mos Eisley...
You know, for such a backwater world an awful lot takes place here.
Looking for information on a rumor she heard about a Jedi stock pile of Cortosis and songsteel, Triam Akovin was once again lead to a most unlikely place. The desert world of Tatooine was infamous and renowned for its crime. It was currently under Confederacy Control, and a lot of the crime was suppressed under the governorship of some force user that lost one of the earlier rounds of the Tournament of the Cauldron. It still thrived though. You can make laws on Tatooine, but Tatooine does't have to listen to them. She was baking in her suit. Wearing a full suit of armor probably wasn't the best idea on a desert planet, but she had gone down a path where she didn't trust anything but her own innovation and invention. It had been a looong time since she set foot on a planet without her armor on, and she wasn't about to stop now.
Her cloak billowed around her as the glint of her armor practically blinded folks passing by, she tried to stuff the brown clothe around her to prevent that... eventually she decided she was too exhausted from the heat to do that, so she let loose and let everyone gaze at her glorious visage. Sweat ran down her face, and he blinked it away as she searched for the contact point she had acquired in relation to that rumor.
Thank the force it was in a nice cool cantina!
She practically burst in with relief from the sun... only to be disappointed by almost insignificant change in temperature. She tried to stay positive that at least she was out of the suns harsh glare. Still backing from the residual energy of the outside, she nodded her head to flip back her helmet, revealing her matted, but spiked blonde hair. Her calculating and very alive blue eyes scanned the cantina for threats, allies, information, anything and everything. She was practically a walking super computer... except that she wasn't at all.
She walked over and sat down at a seat, and asked for some ale in a tired breathe. She'd ask around later.