Sand, sand, and more sand.
Akodya's cringe was hidden by the shadow her hood cast over her face, the head covering protecting the young Jedi's face from the two sun's cruel rays. The heat pelted down on her back as she strode through the endless lines of stalls that offered barely munitioning items a ridiculous prices. Sand blew in the air and stuck to her bare hands and a little bit on her face, irritating her skin. The noise of the crowds going about their own business was over powering, it was hard to place a face to one individual voice. Her hazel eyes flickered discreetly over the signs of the buildings in search of one place in particular; Gov's cantina.
The padawan had been sent to this outer rim planet to investigate a small time gang armoring up with very military exclusive weapons. Although that was her primary goal, she had hoped to receive a bit of information on the bounty hunters that had kidnapped Senator Ruu, a good friend of hers. With her lightsaber shrouded with her white sand clothing, Akodya disliked the disguise she was urged to wear. In attempt to 'blend in' she had been forced into the typical female moister farmers robes. Even if it was common dress, she felt she stuck out like a sore thumb.
Politely refusing some sort of food a stall owner had thrust into her face, the girl offered a polite smile before spotting the building she was to investigate. She had been told it was a bar the gang had frequently visited. Also, where a better place to listen for bounties in a cantina?
Upon entering the structure and escaping the hot temperatures, a strong smell of alcohol hit her like a wave.
Well, at least there was less sand in here.
Akodya's cringe was hidden by the shadow her hood cast over her face, the head covering protecting the young Jedi's face from the two sun's cruel rays. The heat pelted down on her back as she strode through the endless lines of stalls that offered barely munitioning items a ridiculous prices. Sand blew in the air and stuck to her bare hands and a little bit on her face, irritating her skin. The noise of the crowds going about their own business was over powering, it was hard to place a face to one individual voice. Her hazel eyes flickered discreetly over the signs of the buildings in search of one place in particular; Gov's cantina.
The padawan had been sent to this outer rim planet to investigate a small time gang armoring up with very military exclusive weapons. Although that was her primary goal, she had hoped to receive a bit of information on the bounty hunters that had kidnapped Senator Ruu, a good friend of hers. With her lightsaber shrouded with her white sand clothing, Akodya disliked the disguise she was urged to wear. In attempt to 'blend in' she had been forced into the typical female moister farmers robes. Even if it was common dress, she felt she stuck out like a sore thumb.
Politely refusing some sort of food a stall owner had thrust into her face, the girl offered a polite smile before spotting the building she was to investigate. She had been told it was a bar the gang had frequently visited. Also, where a better place to listen for bounties in a cantina?
Upon entering the structure and escaping the hot temperatures, a strong smell of alcohol hit her like a wave.
Well, at least there was less sand in here.