Private A Risky Endeavour

[Amaris Tanenat]

Location: Garqi
Objective: Figure a way off planet? Help the locals? Who knows.
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Amaris had presumed, wrongly, that she Garqi would be a perfect world to pit stop at. She had spent weeks in the core and, after the whole zombie incident, she had decided it was time to spend some time away from said core. A nice vacation, if you will, from the core planets.

Not that they were bad or anything. It was amazing seeing some of those worlds. Coruscant was... Overwhelming, even for her. Nonetheless, she found herself practically trapped in a town on Garqi with what could barely be considered a spaceport. And truth be, if she hadn't taken the cheapest flight, maybe she would've landed somewhere with more... Life? Instead, she found herself in the village of Abasnia.

It was small and not really Amaris's style of town, either. Nor was their fashion choices. But it was pretty - resting on plains with fields of farmland and nestled into the rainforest with large, beautiful trees. A few more days and her lift off the planet would arrive. Hopefully, anyways. If that ship didn't pull through... It'd be a couple weeks of millin' about the town before the next, official transport would arrive. And if she ended up having to stay longer than a few more days, she'd feel obligated to help the little town. Mandos sneakin' around, whispers about Sith raids, and the like. Everyone seemed... Nervous.

So... She tried to keep her head down while somewhat investigating the weirdness of the cities irks, Amaris found herself sitting at a table in a pub-restaurant establishment. Some tea and a bunch of chips and she was munching away. One hand gently pulled some of her hair behind her ear, although the messy bun still was... Messy.

"This is so boringgg," she groaned as she slunk in her chair. Maybe she should just go ask one of those Mandos. Or talk to... Someone, who knew. She was so used to falling into some weird situations, the lack of a weird situation made her even more antsy.