RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Kathol Rift
Unknown Space Station
[member="Stardust Raxis"]
He'd chosen this spot after blasting off from Exocron. A couple days light speed from the planet and his final stop before he joined the Silver Jedi. Stardust Raxis was one of the only names his father had given him, neglecting to mention his Grandmothers nor anyone else’s. He knew he had siblings and more family, though the young man was unsure how many.
As his Scout Fighter powered down he leaped over the side, boots impacting the rusty deck with a clang. The hangar in question was abandoned and hidden. He'd found it in his father notes after he passed. It was one of his favorite haunts it seemed.
And Raze could understand why as he stared at the surroundings. Bleak rusted out plating, cracked bulkheads and barren walls.
Not a soul stirred, and not a sound was made except for the soft hum of the O2 scrubbers. He reached up with both hands, cycling the seal of his helmet. It hissed, and he pulled it free, letting it hang loose in his left hand.
Cloak billowing behind him, armor plates clacking he made his way there with a hurried stride and stepped through the door.
Unknown Space Station
[member="Stardust Raxis"]
He'd chosen this spot after blasting off from Exocron. A couple days light speed from the planet and his final stop before he joined the Silver Jedi. Stardust Raxis was one of the only names his father had given him, neglecting to mention his Grandmothers nor anyone else’s. He knew he had siblings and more family, though the young man was unsure how many.
As his Scout Fighter powered down he leaped over the side, boots impacting the rusty deck with a clang. The hangar in question was abandoned and hidden. He'd found it in his father notes after he passed. It was one of his favorite haunts it seemed.
And Raze could understand why as he stared at the surroundings. Bleak rusted out plating, cracked bulkheads and barren walls.
Not a soul stirred, and not a sound was made except for the soft hum of the O2 scrubbers. He reached up with both hands, cycling the seal of his helmet. It hissed, and he pulled it free, letting it hang loose in his left hand.
There was a cantina here, that went by the No Name Cantina.
That was where she'd be.
Cloak billowing behind him, armor plates clacking he made his way there with a hurried stride and stepped through the door.