Amilthi Camlenn
Meditation Junkie
Chalacta was as far as Amilthi had managed to get, as it was difficult to find transportation from the Core directly into Hutt space, where her destination lay. Not that Chalacta was a disagreeable place. Its people were serious, but not unwelcoming, and heirs to a rich spiritual tradition that Amilthi would have liked to inquire into at one point or another. But now, she had reason to lose no time to pursue her interests on Teth. The mission she had set for herself had the ulterior purpose of facilitating contact with the B'omarr monks on Tatooine, and with that planet now situated in Imperial space, and right at the border with the Confederacy of Independent systems, with whom the Empire did not enjoy warm relations, it was not clear how long it would remain easily accessible, and it seemed likely that the monks would make even greater efforts to shut themselves off from the world at large the more the situation destabilised.
And so, Amilthi was looking to get off Chalacta by way of catching a ride into Hutt space; not in the capital Jordir, which entertained relations with the more civilised parts of the galaxy, but one of the smaller cities, where she could expect more varied and unusual opportunities.
The small spaceport wasn't extraordinarily busy, and indeed someone used to the hustle and bustle of the bigger places would have found it positively slumbering. People and a few isolated droids were hauling cargo off and onto smaller freighters, others could be spotted on top or underneath their ships, muttering to themselves in every language, cursing, and exclaiming with satisfaction as their attempts at maintenance and repairs failed or succeeded.
In her coarse blue skirt, beige tunic, and roomy grey robe, the Jedi wasn't turning many eyes. She looked very much the part of the impoverished foreigner stranded in this place, perhaps someone who had come to Chalacta on an idealistic spiritual search. It made her uninteresting to all but the most exploitatively inclined.
There was only one thing that, on closer examination, didn't quite fit the picture was that she didn't appear in the least dejected or worried. She carried herself in the way of someone who was calm, happy, and confidently resting in herself. Her eyes, very awake, took in her surroundings observantly, but not nervously. It was more like she was simply interested in what was going on, rather than guarding against some unfavourable eventuality she was concerned about.
Amilthi tried to open herself up to the scene and let her feelings guide her to a place where she might perhaps find what she sought.
And so, Amilthi was looking to get off Chalacta by way of catching a ride into Hutt space; not in the capital Jordir, which entertained relations with the more civilised parts of the galaxy, but one of the smaller cities, where she could expect more varied and unusual opportunities.
The small spaceport wasn't extraordinarily busy, and indeed someone used to the hustle and bustle of the bigger places would have found it positively slumbering. People and a few isolated droids were hauling cargo off and onto smaller freighters, others could be spotted on top or underneath their ships, muttering to themselves in every language, cursing, and exclaiming with satisfaction as their attempts at maintenance and repairs failed or succeeded.
In her coarse blue skirt, beige tunic, and roomy grey robe, the Jedi wasn't turning many eyes. She looked very much the part of the impoverished foreigner stranded in this place, perhaps someone who had come to Chalacta on an idealistic spiritual search. It made her uninteresting to all but the most exploitatively inclined.
There was only one thing that, on closer examination, didn't quite fit the picture was that she didn't appear in the least dejected or worried. She carried herself in the way of someone who was calm, happy, and confidently resting in herself. Her eyes, very awake, took in her surroundings observantly, but not nervously. It was more like she was simply interested in what was going on, rather than guarding against some unfavourable eventuality she was concerned about.
Amilthi tried to open herself up to the scene and let her feelings guide her to a place where she might perhaps find what she sought.
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