Among the many planets you wouldn't call hospitable in the galaxy, Tatooine was one of them. Nothing but hot and blistering sand with plenty of residents to match in attitude. Some people found it amazing those that lived their, and not counting the species that originated there, could actually make a living in burning hell hole. Thankfully for some it was only a place for a pit stop or the like, be it for business or pleasure.
In one of the hustling space ports of Tatooine a dymanic class fighter had landed in bay B-14. Once it had settled the landing grid opened and a single figure stepped out. While it was clearly a woman her face was covered thanks to the armor she wore. It was Mandalorian in origin but was colored blue and had odd insignias painted on. It was clear whoever she was she was here looking for someone.
Using her wrist communicator she spoke to someone on-board, saying "Alright. Kill the engines for now. Once I find him I'll give the word to start prepping."
The engines to the ship, the Obsidian as the name was spray-painted on the hull, eventually shut off and the woman made her way out of the docking bay ad out into town. She was looking for someone who she thought would stand out from the crowd, but then again a space port was bound to have a number of odd looking people. But she was here seeking a Jedi.
As she walked through the streets some had glanced her dirty looks, which she either ignored or only returned despite her eyes being covered by her helmet. She wasn't sure where this Jedi was but she knew where to ask: among the vendors in the street. Thankfully for her one was able to give her his location on the grounds of buying something, which all she bought was a piece of fruit she saved for later.
Making her way to the ship yards she looked around before spotting the man she was looking for; or at least whom she assumed as much given his appearance. She wanted to keep this simple so, casually, she walked up to him while his back was turned and fixing his ship before finally speaking.
"Hey. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a guy named [member="Oka Osaa"] would you?
In one of the hustling space ports of Tatooine a dymanic class fighter had landed in bay B-14. Once it had settled the landing grid opened and a single figure stepped out. While it was clearly a woman her face was covered thanks to the armor she wore. It was Mandalorian in origin but was colored blue and had odd insignias painted on. It was clear whoever she was she was here looking for someone.
Using her wrist communicator she spoke to someone on-board, saying "Alright. Kill the engines for now. Once I find him I'll give the word to start prepping."
The engines to the ship, the Obsidian as the name was spray-painted on the hull, eventually shut off and the woman made her way out of the docking bay ad out into town. She was looking for someone who she thought would stand out from the crowd, but then again a space port was bound to have a number of odd looking people. But she was here seeking a Jedi.
As she walked through the streets some had glanced her dirty looks, which she either ignored or only returned despite her eyes being covered by her helmet. She wasn't sure where this Jedi was but she knew where to ask: among the vendors in the street. Thankfully for her one was able to give her his location on the grounds of buying something, which all she bought was a piece of fruit she saved for later.
Making her way to the ship yards she looked around before spotting the man she was looking for; or at least whom she assumed as much given his appearance. She wanted to keep this simple so, casually, she walked up to him while his back was turned and fixing his ship before finally speaking.
"Hey. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a guy named [member="Oka Osaa"] would you?
