The Spacer
--Midvinter; Beornskald System
Midvinter was kriffing cold. Cold enough to freeze piss, spit, and sweat. Close to unbearable, if not for the thick pelts of snow monster fur that I'd fashioned into clothes, boots, and a nice, thick cloak. I'd gotten them off a trader from Hoth; beneath the cloak, I had my trusty heavy blaster, a high calibre slugthrower pistol, and a pack full of provisions. My blaster rifle was strapped to my back. The one thing I'd learned during my brief stint with the Jedi?
Be prepared.
I coasted across a vast field of rolling dunes of snow on a heavily modified speeder bike. The frigid world was painted in increasingly darker blue hues by my fur lined thermo-goggles. As I passed what looked like the same pseudo-town/city for the third time, I deigned to entertain the fact that I might be lost. Fracking fantastic. If only I had learned some sort of Jedi mojo magic that could point me in the right direction...
The Force wasn't showing me anything. No ideas, no inspirations, no rippling patterns... Oh...there was something. It was faint; fleeting almost, little more than a wisp, like a gentle breeze in an empty field, unseen and unheard. And it was pointing me, vaguely, towards the town I'd been passing.
Well then.
I wasn't sure how the locals felt about offworlders. This was my first foray to Midvinter. I'd heard word from a few spacers that there were gems to be found in the depths of its mountains, and a few warrior types had spoken of their high quality armor and weapons.
I personally preferred blasters and slugthrowers. I wouldn't mind some armor though; something spiffy to go with my dashing smile and wicked good looks.
I angled my speeder to the settlement and hit the thrusters.
[member="Ærin Firebrand"]
Midvinter was kriffing cold. Cold enough to freeze piss, spit, and sweat. Close to unbearable, if not for the thick pelts of snow monster fur that I'd fashioned into clothes, boots, and a nice, thick cloak. I'd gotten them off a trader from Hoth; beneath the cloak, I had my trusty heavy blaster, a high calibre slugthrower pistol, and a pack full of provisions. My blaster rifle was strapped to my back. The one thing I'd learned during my brief stint with the Jedi?
Be prepared.
I coasted across a vast field of rolling dunes of snow on a heavily modified speeder bike. The frigid world was painted in increasingly darker blue hues by my fur lined thermo-goggles. As I passed what looked like the same pseudo-town/city for the third time, I deigned to entertain the fact that I might be lost. Fracking fantastic. If only I had learned some sort of Jedi mojo magic that could point me in the right direction...
The Force wasn't showing me anything. No ideas, no inspirations, no rippling patterns... Oh...there was something. It was faint; fleeting almost, little more than a wisp, like a gentle breeze in an empty field, unseen and unheard. And it was pointing me, vaguely, towards the town I'd been passing.
Well then.
I wasn't sure how the locals felt about offworlders. This was my first foray to Midvinter. I'd heard word from a few spacers that there were gems to be found in the depths of its mountains, and a few warrior types had spoken of their high quality armor and weapons.
I personally preferred blasters and slugthrowers. I wouldn't mind some armor though; something spiffy to go with my dashing smile and wicked good looks.
I angled my speeder to the settlement and hit the thrusters.
[member="Ærin Firebrand"]