Munin
Character
Jakku - Imperator City
[member="Spark Finn"]
Jakku was no ones idea of a home.
This world was situated in almost the exact same galactic stereotype as Tatooine, if only slightly less notable. Jakku was hailed as a graveyard world, and while the Hutt's liked to stretch their fingers over Tatooine, no one wanted Jakku. By all accounts this planet was completely and entirely worthless save for the scrap and salvage to be had. No one really came to Jakku if they had a choice in the matter, and similarly pretty much everyone left this worthless scrap world as soon as they possibly could. It was no coincidence that someone would try to hide here, after all, why would anyone look?
Munin found himself asking that exact question as he sat on the edge of a small scrap pile in the middle of Imperator City.
The not so cleverly named settlement was located besides a crashed Imperial Star Destroyer that had gone by the name Imperator.
The ship had been lost to the sands of Jakku centuries ago, having only resurfaced over the last two or three decades. As one would imagine the Star Destroyer had become one of the primary sources of salvage, with the residents of the city having quietly eaten away at the inside of the ship for the last few years. It was an oddly sad sight, at least to Munin anyway, the appearance of the once great Star Destroyer picked apart was a reminder of just what would happen to anyone's Legacy once they were gone.
Of course, for him that would never be much of an issue. His eyes finally tore away from the grand ship, moving instead towards the small communicator in his hand.
"Come on." He said to himself, frowning slightly.
He had been on Jakku for half a day now, having spent the last week gathering the resources that he'd needed for this little adventure. Behind the pile of scrap he was sitting on was a small speeder, it's cargo hold filled with supplies for two that would last several days. His clothing had changed, though his hair and eyes had remained the same as they had been on Coruscant. He fidgeted slightly, his leg pumping up and down as he glanced once again at the communicator.
He was waiting, waiting for her.
[member="Spark Finn"]
Jakku was no ones idea of a home.
This world was situated in almost the exact same galactic stereotype as Tatooine, if only slightly less notable. Jakku was hailed as a graveyard world, and while the Hutt's liked to stretch their fingers over Tatooine, no one wanted Jakku. By all accounts this planet was completely and entirely worthless save for the scrap and salvage to be had. No one really came to Jakku if they had a choice in the matter, and similarly pretty much everyone left this worthless scrap world as soon as they possibly could. It was no coincidence that someone would try to hide here, after all, why would anyone look?
Munin found himself asking that exact question as he sat on the edge of a small scrap pile in the middle of Imperator City.
The not so cleverly named settlement was located besides a crashed Imperial Star Destroyer that had gone by the name Imperator.
The ship had been lost to the sands of Jakku centuries ago, having only resurfaced over the last two or three decades. As one would imagine the Star Destroyer had become one of the primary sources of salvage, with the residents of the city having quietly eaten away at the inside of the ship for the last few years. It was an oddly sad sight, at least to Munin anyway, the appearance of the once great Star Destroyer picked apart was a reminder of just what would happen to anyone's Legacy once they were gone.
Of course, for him that would never be much of an issue. His eyes finally tore away from the grand ship, moving instead towards the small communicator in his hand.
"Come on." He said to himself, frowning slightly.
He had been on Jakku for half a day now, having spent the last week gathering the resources that he'd needed for this little adventure. Behind the pile of scrap he was sitting on was a small speeder, it's cargo hold filled with supplies for two that would last several days. His clothing had changed, though his hair and eyes had remained the same as they had been on Coruscant. He fidgeted slightly, his leg pumping up and down as he glanced once again at the communicator.
He was waiting, waiting for her.