Ijaat
Times were hard. That phrase could be said pretty much anywhere in the galaxy and be true. He couldn't care about all places where times were hard. In the overall scheme of things, he cared about very few. It had nothing to do with Aedan being cold or insensitive, but the sentient mind had only the capacity to take so much suffering onto its shoulders. This was personal, and it was sensitive.
He had made it past the planetary ring easy enough. Finding the planet had been a relatively smooth and uninterrupted affair as well. It was simple when you knew where to go. It was his first time visiting D'Qar but the instructions were clear. 'Visiting' made it sound mighty casual, but this was far from a casual affair.
Since leaving Rogue Squadron and facing the vast coldness of space together with his former Rogue and current life wingman Owen, the Alliance had been getting something of a hammering. Him and Owen hadn't left the fight, they had just changed the way in which they approached it, though he knew everyone might not see it that way. There was no way he was turning his back on the so-called Alliance in Exile.
Times were indeed hard, and what remained of the resistance was in desperate need of supplies. Good thing Aedan's new occupation in life provided a solution to that. Smuggling wasn't all that bad at all. His ship had set down at what must've seemed like a remote location on an otherwise jungle-covered planet, void of any intelligent life. D'Qar wasn't all jungle though, and it wasn't all devoid of life.
The ramp dropped, and at the ship's entrance, amidst glowing lights and fading smoke, stood Aedan. He no longer dressed like a Flight Officer of the Alliance navy, yet he still had something of that cocky demeanour about him that flyboys often seemed to carry with them. Maybe it was just the sunglasses he wore, despite being outside of the reach of the sun. He had replaced the X-Wing with a freighter and a blaster at his hip. Even so, he was here to help.
He had made it past the planetary ring easy enough. Finding the planet had been a relatively smooth and uninterrupted affair as well. It was simple when you knew where to go. It was his first time visiting D'Qar but the instructions were clear. 'Visiting' made it sound mighty casual, but this was far from a casual affair.
Since leaving Rogue Squadron and facing the vast coldness of space together with his former Rogue and current life wingman Owen, the Alliance had been getting something of a hammering. Him and Owen hadn't left the fight, they had just changed the way in which they approached it, though he knew everyone might not see it that way. There was no way he was turning his back on the so-called Alliance in Exile.
Times were indeed hard, and what remained of the resistance was in desperate need of supplies. Good thing Aedan's new occupation in life provided a solution to that. Smuggling wasn't all that bad at all. His ship had set down at what must've seemed like a remote location on an otherwise jungle-covered planet, void of any intelligent life. D'Qar wasn't all jungle though, and it wasn't all devoid of life.
The ramp dropped, and at the ship's entrance, amidst glowing lights and fading smoke, stood Aedan. He no longer dressed like a Flight Officer of the Alliance navy, yet he still had something of that cocky demeanour about him that flyboys often seemed to carry with them. Maybe it was just the sunglasses he wore, despite being outside of the reach of the sun. He had replaced the X-Wing with a freighter and a blaster at his hip. Even so, he was here to help.
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