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Location: Ionus.
Objective: Get paid. Acquire Zodhash relics.
Outfit: Wearing, black facemask, dark brown eyeshadow.
Equipment: Staff, Blasters, Archeology tools.
Tagging: Isabeau
Objective: Get paid. Acquire Zodhash relics.
Outfit: Wearing, black facemask, dark brown eyeshadow.
Equipment: Staff, Blasters, Archeology tools.
Tagging: Isabeau
The sun's glare fell upon Ionus' lands with little mercy, drowning everything under its heated breath and turning the air into a heavy and unavoidable offender. Palm never really enjoyed hot climates, used to the crisp and cold winds of the mountains. For a moment, she considered drawing upon the Force to alleviate the discomfort that the temperature imposed, but if the people going about their daily activities in this force-forsaken outpost could shrug it off, so should she. She allowed her amber gaze to wander through her surroundings, taking everything in with practiced attention.
It was a small and not very well-supplied outpost, away from the main hubs of the arid planet. Makeshift walls welded from recycled pieces of metals surrounded the reduced premise in an attempt to keep the winds and the sand they carried from hitting the seemingly brittle and modest structures that housed the brave few who called this their refuge. A part of her enjoyed the austerity of it all, the other was preoccupied entertaining the thought of how long until a strong enough sandstorm brewed in the horizon and ravaged the place until it was no more than a buried memory beneath the sand. And buried memories were exactly what had brought her to this planet.
She had decided to visit Ionus with hopes of finding historical artifacts of interest, for it was often that ancient civilizations hid secrets that still held value in the current times. Sometimes that value was indescribable, even if it was not material. However, the idea of venturing on her own into these sandy deathlands did not have any particular appeal, she was only willing and ready to embark on such a journey because it was her obligation. It was a welcomed surprise, then, when she heard word of a questionable merchant hiring scholars and explorers to venture into the ruins hidden in the desert, sent to extract whatever relics and valuables they might find. The pay offered was very reasonable, if the potential dangers faced were 'mild', as the merchant had described them, but Palm was not here for the credits.
The fact that the agreed upon time was closing in and no other volunteers but herself had showed up was proof enough for the geminian to believe that her employer had indeed downplayed the risks of the mission. Well, she had hoped to get some backup but that which one never had cannot be counted as a loss. There were still a few minutes left. "You, scholar. Get ready, your partner will be arriving soon." The voice of the human man that had hired her services broke her concentration, she was already trying to mentally prepare for the struggles of the desert, but in the end it seemed she would not face them alone. Palm offered a nod, and a hint of a smile flowered beneath the dark mask that covered the lower half of her face. She was no scholar, but she would play the part for the day.
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