Fedrig was returning to Republic space, he had spent long enough away from the action and decided to join Ali Hadrix in her intelligence organisation. He walked along the ship anxious about his return into combat, he had lived several years a slave and now he had lived several more in exile. He scratched his jawline where he felt his stubble growing slowly into a full beard. He sighed as he realised how long he had been away if even he was starting to grow a beard. He felt the ship land and walked off the ship paying his pilot a reasonable fee.
He looked around the capital, his mind spinning as he took in the different sites and buildings. He had only lived on Kamino, which was most sea and Tatoonine, which was mostly desert. To see such a vibrate community and people from all walks of life, not just Cloners and Slavers, it felt magical to Fedrig. He looked around and began to stutter, he didn't know where to go. Where was the Republic Embassy? Where was the Republic army? He didn't know where to start. His stomach growled and he smirked, it seemed he did know where to start at least, he needed food. He looked around the markets, seeing the amazing varieties of food available to him and not knowing where to start. Was there food poisonous to him? Was he allegeric to certain foods? What was he going to do for food? Living a sheltered and enslaved life seemed to have him at a disadvantage compared to others.
He looked around the capital, his mind spinning as he took in the different sites and buildings. He had only lived on Kamino, which was most sea and Tatoonine, which was mostly desert. To see such a vibrate community and people from all walks of life, not just Cloners and Slavers, it felt magical to Fedrig. He looked around and began to stutter, he didn't know where to go. Where was the Republic Embassy? Where was the Republic army? He didn't know where to start. His stomach growled and he smirked, it seemed he did know where to start at least, he needed food. He looked around the markets, seeing the amazing varieties of food available to him and not knowing where to start. Was there food poisonous to him? Was he allegeric to certain foods? What was he going to do for food? Living a sheltered and enslaved life seemed to have him at a disadvantage compared to others.