Post by Rugs on Dec 2, 2013 22:35:12 GMT -5
Tsubasa’d visited many worlds in his time, but Iridonia was a first.
It was a harsh world, fittingly so for the people that came from it, he supposed. He doubted he’d stay long, but the Vagabond needed restocking, and Iridonia was the closest place to stop by a long shot. So he’d stay on world for a little while. Maybe he’d find some work, or some work would find him.
Or maybe not. You never could tell with these things.
For the time being he wandered around the capital city, which was fittingly — if unoriginally — named Capital City. Ifrit, his small, drake-like droid companion, rode along on his shoulder with holographic wings nestled over his back. The afternoon sun was high in the sky, its rays harsh in between the scant shelter to be found in between the shadows of the sprawling city.
So far, Tsubasa had learned he didn’t particularly care for Iridonian food, heard something about some roving mercenary band causing trouble out away from civilization, and heard rumors of some fighting ring that was supposed to be on later. The latter interested him on a certain level — he’d been the champion of an arena on Nar Shadaa when he lived there, but he wasn’t sure he felt the need to commit to another such venture here. And yet…
Should still see what work I find, he thought. Surely there’s a square or something like that where I can see what jobs are around. Or a bar…
Just stay away from the drinks if he did go to a bar, especially if they were anywhere near half as bad as the food…
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Another hour or so of wandering aimlessly around, and Tsubasa hadn’t come any closer to a conclusion of what he wanted to do. His life usually followed the example of leaf blown along on the winds of the Force, but some days, the breeze didn’t blow. That would be fine, if restocking payments paid for themselves.
Unfortunately, they did not.
He’d made his way to a seedier part of town under Ifrit’s direction to see what opportunities might present themselves. He didn’t plan on taking any seedy jobs, but you never know what might turn up most city’s dirty underbellies…
It was a harsh world, fittingly so for the people that came from it, he supposed. He doubted he’d stay long, but the Vagabond needed restocking, and Iridonia was the closest place to stop by a long shot. So he’d stay on world for a little while. Maybe he’d find some work, or some work would find him.
Or maybe not. You never could tell with these things.
For the time being he wandered around the capital city, which was fittingly — if unoriginally — named Capital City. Ifrit, his small, drake-like droid companion, rode along on his shoulder with holographic wings nestled over his back. The afternoon sun was high in the sky, its rays harsh in between the scant shelter to be found in between the shadows of the sprawling city.
So far, Tsubasa had learned he didn’t particularly care for Iridonian food, heard something about some roving mercenary band causing trouble out away from civilization, and heard rumors of some fighting ring that was supposed to be on later. The latter interested him on a certain level — he’d been the champion of an arena on Nar Shadaa when he lived there, but he wasn’t sure he felt the need to commit to another such venture here. And yet…
Should still see what work I find, he thought. Surely there’s a square or something like that where I can see what jobs are around. Or a bar…
Just stay away from the drinks if he did go to a bar, especially if they were anywhere near half as bad as the food…
---
Another hour or so of wandering aimlessly around, and Tsubasa hadn’t come any closer to a conclusion of what he wanted to do. His life usually followed the example of leaf blown along on the winds of the Force, but some days, the breeze didn’t blow. That would be fine, if restocking payments paid for themselves.
Unfortunately, they did not.
He’d made his way to a seedier part of town under Ifrit’s direction to see what opportunities might present themselves. He didn’t plan on taking any seedy jobs, but you never know what might turn up most city’s dirty underbellies…