Character
"You just take me to the nicest places, don't you?"
The answer was clearly 'no,' not that either needed to say it as they paced around the mostly-abandoned eastern summit of Tor Valum's great ravine. While others were off dealing more directly with the plague that was ravaging the Enclave's space, Kalen and Lesha were part of the home guard making sure that nothing happened to the base of the Mandalorian hegemony; enterprising as the woman was, she'd had his story, his bounty record, and the dispatch from Koda Fett all separately corroborated. There was no denying that Kalen had made no small name for himself in getting past security, finding holes, and as his crowning accomplishment, stealing a freshly-made frigate right from Kuat Drive Yards, in the middle of a warzone, with nothing but his droid and another mercenary for backup.
Of course, as much as her mind was on security, that meant that she could find a way to use his knowledge to tighten up Tor Valum's net. Today, the derelict quarter in the ravine; soon, the abandoned space down in the industrial works. No clue what he might get pulled along to after that, not that he much cared; Kalen was in a particularly surly mood this morning.
Whether it was getting woken up after barely three hours of sleep or wandering around out in the cold where even his armour didn't do much to keep him warm, though, none could say. At least they were alone—if he had to hear the creaking joints of one more poorly-maintained labour droid he might've started trying to hunt down whoever was in charge of them.
Leaving his sarcastic comment to hang for a moment, he glanced around at the half-broken buildings around them. "How deep into the actual superstructure does this go, anyways? Everything we've passed so far is too open, too full of droids and workers, or both to be of any use to anybody with more than two neurons to rub together."
Lesha Priest