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~Still Surfin

The Lost ArkBiaan Wildlands
Ossus
It was an old spaceport. Reclaimed long ago by the high desert shrubs that surrounded it. It was also the most recent base of operations for the Blue Divers. A Republic based group of smugglers and traders who frequented this edge of the Rim. Gypsies and ex-pirates turned law-abiding business men. Well. Maybe? Old habits die hard, as they say.
Shaun pulled up on his motorbike and killed the engines. Just outside the wall that separated old starport from the grasslands beyond. This was supposed to be Republic soil. Friendly ground. So why did it feel so off to him? So empty. Hm. Must be nothing. Probably just the nerves again. He'd learned long ago never to say, I've got a bad feeling about this. Do that? And it doesn't matter what your doing. It always goes sideways.
He pulled out his phone and turned on the map. Yep. This was the place alright. Somewhere inside this massive old port was his "Geppetto". The droid maker who had started this whole mess. Now all Jay had to do was find him and finish it.
Shaun dismounted and pulled the key from the ignition just as his com started beeping,
"What's up Blue."
~/ "Heard you went to the old wildlands to check up on that lead Margo sent you. Find anything yet?" ~
"Just got here. Nothing so far. Just grass and desert as far as the eye can see."
~/ "All the same. I'm sending somebody out your way to help. It's been a long time since you've set foot on this specific Ossus. So, might do you some good to have a veteran around this time." ~
"Ha. Can I say no?"
~/ "No. And he's already on his way to you now. So... Just try not to get yourselves killed, yeah." ~
"Heh. Fair enough."
~/ "Good luck Shaun. Roberts out."
Shaun smiled and looked back at his motorbike. Well girl? So much for the solo approach. Let's see who turns up this time.
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