How long had Kourin been here? He honestly wasn't sure any more, over four months easily. Between a busted communicator and attempting to find the meet up point with his crew, things had gone to the south side of a hutt. Scrambled coordinates were all he had to go on and without even a speederbike to his name so he had to resort to trekking across the planet by foot. Most Mandalorians would be fine and even thrive in this situation. But in his case, Kourins background from having grown up on the city planet of Nar Shadda led him to make several mistakes along the way. He had managed to completly loose his rations in the first week, but still had his blaster carbine and hold out blaster. His lacking experince in hunting lead to more then a few nights without proper food because of that loss.
All that and many other events ran through his mind as he crept through the dotted trees and brush in the forest, making little noise. He had heard something off in this direction not too long ago and he could have sworn it was music. As he neared the source of the sound the tree like started to thin greatly, the bushes becoming a bit more sparse but still thick enough to give good cover as he poked his head through them. The armor he wore was not Mandalorian, rather it was a type of light scout armor and was rather common in the galaxy. He took care of it as best he could, though with his situation that was not exactly saying much.
He arrived as Zaz started to speak on his comms but found himself unable to make out what was being said at this distance. He also spotted the large encampment that had been set up. This was a chance he could not pass up. A chance to sneak in and try to get more information and maybe patch up his broken comm unit. He actually suprised himself with the fact that stealing food or supplies had not even come to mind. 'Seems Malcom did hammer some manners into me, huh.' He thought to himself as he watched Zaz moving about. There was also the chance of just talking to the man he saw setting out sensor posts. Were it not for the entire situation of having no clue of what happend in the past four plus months since had last heard news, he would have considerd it. But for all he knew, these were invaders. So he chose to take his luck and do what he does best. Sneak past, slice in ad get any information he could, then leave. If he got caught, well, he would deal with that then.
He gauged the distance and strength of the sensor post, turning on his personal stealth field generator and going through the grass to slip by the perimeter that was being set up, heading for the camp. Kourin did not have the power in his generator to just keep it running all the time. That was one thing he had 'rationed' very carefully was his power charges for that paticular peice of tech. He was on his last one and it was starting to get low. Soon after sneaking past he would have to turn it off so he could have a bit of extra juice left for any close calls in the camp.
[member="Alice Tal'verda"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]
