Voyage to Chandrila

[Caedyn Arenais]

Starship: The Prophet​

Appearance: Spacer Attire​

Weapons: Lightsaber & Side-Arm.​

Companion: Lexas (Droid).​

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Time out from what was the serious nature of his life these days was sorely needed, and Caedyn had whisked himself away for once to take himself on an adventure of sorts to a planet of completely random choosing (minus the small research into the atmosphere and nature of the land mass/class of planet). Chandrila had piqued his interest due to it having both wide-spread agricultural value and beauty, as well as settlements dotted about the glowing orb that offered a bit of trade and exploration for the more City-Minded folk.

Already the Skies over Chandrila brought Caedyn a pleasant view of open blue, white puffy wisps of condensation floating as far as his eyes could see, clouds few and far between marking today a lovely one so far as the weather was concerned.

"According to Chandrila's Economic and Census recordings, the majority of it's inhabitants appear to be Human. You shouldn't have any trouble fitting in, Master Caedyn".

The Droid that had been dubbed "Lexas" informed the lad of Sixteen Years, seated within the Co-Pilots seat and apparently already scouting what information could be found on the World they'd chosen to visit. Turning to blink back at him in clear misunderstanding, Caedyn's brows lifted uncertainly; "Oh?..." he asked a little taken back by the droids racial profiling. "I guess...I didn't really think about it like that...." He added, not really certain how to respond to the statement made out of clear ignorance and the droids best attempt at reassuring the lad with no ounce of tact in it's programming, clearly.

"...-And please stop calling me your Master, Lex..." He added, turning back to the controls of the YT-1300, the large freighter swooping down through a patch of white smokey cloud so that the view of the land far below them could come into view of the transparisteel screen.

"My apologies, Caedyn. Would you like me to search for the nearest Landing Port?".

"Yes thanks Lexas.." Caedyn replied curtly, his mind on the piloting of the vessel and never far from the previous owner's whereabouts. After-all, by now she could be anywhere and quietly away from the prying eyes of those that knew him, Caedyn carried a hope that he might find trace of her...-Maybe here...-Maybe across the Galaxy somewhere. Maybe he was dreaming but it was one worth hoping for.

[member="Kalyn Shif"]​

 

[Lief]

Kal let out a long yawn.

The heavy thud of music from the night before still seemed to pulsate through her body, and as she sipped down a cup of piping hot caf' she found herself all too aware of the effects of last night's shenanigans. Head thumped, body ached, and when she lifted her head to order a refill and a bowl of nerf steak stew her voice seemed to croak like a gizka.

Both hands cradled her mug. For once she was grateful to have finished a job early. While it had landed her a few less credits - after all, certain tasks were paid by the hour unlike those she was truly commissioned for - it did mean that she was in no real rush to get up and about that morning.

Heck, for once she wasn't even researching her next job. And that was rare for a girl like Kal who seemed to always have a job or two going.

"Ruf' night?" queried the brute of a man who passed her bowl across the bar top. Despite his towering physique he had laughter lines around his eyes and seemed genuinely happy to be doing his job. No doubt he got to talk to all manner of folk while working, after all the cantina was attached to Hanna City Spaceport. A lot of traffic came through this part of town.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe," she groaned in response, earning her a deep chuckle from the man, "You Chandrilian sure know how to party..."

[member="Caedyn Arenais"]

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

By the time 'The Prophet' had touched down upon the designated landing pad for which the Hanna City Spaceport had cleared for landing, Caedyn Arenais was reering to get out there and stretch his legs. It'd been a few days being cooped up in the ol' bird and though it resembled more of a home to the Lad than Commenor itself seemed to these days, he was very happy to step out into the fresh air breeze of Chandrila.

Accompanied by his droid, Lexas, the pair of them strode down the landing ramp and into the open view of the Spaceport. It was far bigger than Caedyn had expected and looked much nicer from the ground than it had as they'd come down from orbit. Lexas didn't dally around at all before setting off to meet with the docking officer in order to register their vessel and pay the appropriate fee while Caedyn, happy to have the droid to do the small annoying things a Kid like himself didn't exactly find exciting to do, soon began for the nearest run-of-the-mill shops and spaceport trades quarter, hoping to pick himself up something fresh to eat and perhaps a cold drink to christen the day with good vibes.

Wandering into the front of what looked like your average bar with a chef'ing isle for the cooking of food, Caedyn glanced about the place before moving to read over the menu hanging upon the back of the wall. Soon enough and as reliable as ever, Lexas came wandering in, in his own mechanical waddle to inform Caedyn of the good news.

"Well Caedyn..." The droid began, using his name almost as formally as he had the title of Master, proceeding without pause, "We appear to be clear for the next three days. Though that's only if we don't wish to remain here longer, young Sir"; the droid had been bought on auction from a proprietor known as [member="John Locke"], ironically also a man that Caedyn would meet with on Commenor alongside his Mom, [member="Lady Kay"], to discuss relations with the Silver Jedi and the Sith Empire's closing down on Commenor's trade routes. The business with the Blockade had made it terribly difficult to get away from and since it'd been put up, Caedyn hadn't actually managed to get back into Systems Alliance territory.

"Thanks Lexas. You can go ahead and find us a table to sit at, then power down for a spell. I don't want you running outta juice anytime soon, I still need your sensors to map out the land before we go wandering about" Caedyn smiled faintly. Sarcasm wasn't exactly successful where conversing with droids was often concerned yet it made him smile all the same.

[member="Kalyn Shif"]

 

[Lief]

Where usually the chunks of meat were savoured, today it was the broth itself that Kal seemed to cherish.

Salty, warm, and packed full of flavour, it worked wonders on her aching head and spread contentment through her body. Truth be told she could probably have gotten away with ordering just a bowl of straight broth, as she found herself eating around the meat and what few vegetables had been thrown into the mix.

"Really gotta stop drinking" she muttered under her breath, as she took another sip of the stew straight from the bowl. It wasn't doing her any favours, for whatever reason even half a glass of alcohol had her knocked on her ass. She'd never met anyone with quite so poor tolerance as she, and she was beginning to think it was a warning. Probably best not to push it any more.

The cantina was filled with a general din, however a pair of voices stood out from the rest being that they seemed so... Out of place? One was youthful, at that stage where it cracks, the other was a droid doing its best to remain respectful while sticking to a more casual flow. Definitely the kids.

Swiveling in her seat once the broth was finished, she glanced over at them in order to pass the time. Anything beat sitting there in self-inflicted misery, after all.

What was a kid doing here, all alone?

Sort of reminded her of herself, when she first got out of the labour camp.

[member="Caedyn Arenais"]