~ Aboard The Squire, Moments Before Landing ~
Fleeting children of the dust, rise and your power shall be untold, as the choirs sing of destruction and conception I shall find balance in all that is malicious, serene and find my path as will you...I hope anyway.
The sound of pen hitting paper was one many had forgotten, in today's age with all the technological advances it is quite easy to forget the such simple sounds. A hand, covered in onyx cloth moved in a particular motion, the movements were almost mechanical. Like shifting gears his hand flowed so fluently and vividly it was a sight to see, however no one would see this feat as the tiny dew drops of sounds echoed through the metal hull of the storage room, aboard the not-so well known smuggling vessel, The Squire.
The small vessel held a fine crew of Duros and one human, unknowingly to the aliens however Tobasu had his own plans for the ship ever since he was promoted to the right hand of the captain. Yet it was not time, he hadn't planted the seeds of woe yet and thus still needed more time, which was fine the process he knew would be lengthy yet the reward would be this magnificent ship. The sound of the hyper-drive hummed low, they must of been about to port and that's when he stood up, tendrils of golden hair covered his body as he gave a soft sigh an dusted himself off. The package, a single modified blaster for some local lowlife thug with plenty of credits to spare was the business of today and although Tobasu detained himself from the feeling of loathing he was in a way excited to set down on the this planet, if you could call it such a thing.
Dantooine was a place filled with no-hopers attempting to get rich quick with ridiculous schemes, and of course were the dreaded sand people, such filthy and disgusting creatures. Crimson eyes filled with a multitude of emotions as he picked the package up and went to the central, com-room aboard the ship. A few of his crewmates were talking quietly about possibly being underpaid, a rumour Tobasu himself started. One of the Duros, Delsa, took a sharp look at the young male as he entered and said something about arriving in about five minutes.
"Whatever, keep the engines running, I'll be back before you know it. I can't believe the captain made us smuggle a single blaster, holy hell were not even smuggling you might as well call us delivery boys."
The few people in the room cracked up laughing, this wasn't a joke though it was more seeds being planted into their minds unknowingly. In due time he thought, in due time.
~ Tatooine, Cahlmun's Spacesport Cantina~
This place was famous for amazing pilots, drop-dead smugglers and everything in-between. If someone would want to get lost they came here or Nar'shaddaa. Arriving the hull dropped gently hitting the ground as the sound of many people talking, laughing and having a good time could still be heard from the other side of the complex. From the hull came, Tobasu adorned in onyx robes and golden hair freely flowing behind him. The local authorities who ran the Spaceport knew the crew and the ship so there wasn't need for any pleasantries. Tobasu walked past, hanger doors closed with mechanical machinery making that sound that sent shivers down people's spines, he walked through various hallways and had made it into the cantina itself. Although this contact was on the fringes of the sand dunes only kilometres ahead. He now would wait outside the cantina, waiting for one of the speed bikes to come pick him up and just like any other time, the others were late. This frustrated him, due to the fact he didn't even want to be on this piece of bantha crap of a planet anyway. It was boring, there was nothing to do here, adventure rage through his eyes as he watched people come ago, his patience wearing thin.
@[member="Lilith Mae Lancaster"]