And a touch of the blues
Naboo was… Was Naboo.
Vodet craved the moving seas of Kattada, or Pamarthe, or Corellia. Or any number of the worlds from the Levantine space, or Scar Worlds. He had so many favorites. Unlike many Yinchorri, Vodet was of a particular offshoot that gave him a shell, and a penchant for the depths of water. Warmer, more active seas had more delicious sea life.
But since he was here on official Kattada Enclave business? Well, Vodet made it be worth his while. He didn’t need a submarine, or whatever the local aquatics called their vessels. He was his own.
No weapons, just a trip to the depths to find some of the sea life.
Maybe some he could transplant? Would that make them invasive?
He’d have to consider that…
Vodet craved the moving seas of Kattada, or Pamarthe, or Corellia. Or any number of the worlds from the Levantine space, or Scar Worlds. He had so many favorites. Unlike many Yinchorri, Vodet was of a particular offshoot that gave him a shell, and a penchant for the depths of water. Warmer, more active seas had more delicious sea life.
But since he was here on official Kattada Enclave business? Well, Vodet made it be worth his while. He didn’t need a submarine, or whatever the local aquatics called their vessels. He was his own.
No weapons, just a trip to the depths to find some of the sea life.
Maybe some he could transplant? Would that make them invasive?
He’d have to consider that…