War
His ancient YT-2000 cast itself through the infinite black as He began a tour of relearning to be. His gray-green eyes watched the small dot of the refueling station resolved itself in His viewport against the the void that rested like a back-lit black canvas with pin holes punch throughout. He had been here before, when it had been new, but what greeted him now was something much different.
The fueling station had become a small moon of combined stations and cobled capital ships. It was like someone had decided out in the vast nothingness to hide themselves away and make their own world far from the grasp of governments and wars.
"Hope they still have fuel." He said to the empty cockpit.
Within a few moments He sent His transponder details and was autoguided to a docking port. The loud hiss of pressurized air and the thump of sealing clamps echoed through the hull as He passed through the air lock and into the station only to be met by a work crew.
"50 credits to dock and then fuel by tare weight." The weequay man said before looking up from a datapad and staring into the cold transparibeskar of the T-shaped visor. "We don't want any trouble here, Mandalorian."
"You won't be any trouble." Ordo replied as He handed over a obsidian credit stick, "Restock the gally and fill the water tanks."
He didn't wait for a reply as He made His way to whatever passed for food in this place. He was getting his appetite back.
The fueling station had become a small moon of combined stations and cobled capital ships. It was like someone had decided out in the vast nothingness to hide themselves away and make their own world far from the grasp of governments and wars.
"Hope they still have fuel." He said to the empty cockpit.
Within a few moments He sent His transponder details and was autoguided to a docking port. The loud hiss of pressurized air and the thump of sealing clamps echoed through the hull as He passed through the air lock and into the station only to be met by a work crew.
"50 credits to dock and then fuel by tare weight." The weequay man said before looking up from a datapad and staring into the cold transparibeskar of the T-shaped visor. "We don't want any trouble here, Mandalorian."
"You won't be any trouble." Ordo replied as He handed over a obsidian credit stick, "Restock the gally and fill the water tanks."
He didn't wait for a reply as He made His way to whatever passed for food in this place. He was getting his appetite back.