Pau City Utapau Outer Rim 14:47 Local Time Zarballa watched as the flashing lights, disappeared from the viewports of his VT-1100 and the great round orb of the planet Utapau filled most of his view. Only a few ships appeared to be near by when he dropped out of hyperspace, late afternoon seemed to be a quiet time for the planets capital as he moved his ship into a decent through the atmosphere. Steering through the clouds, a red light flashed on his console, tapping it with clawed finger, the sound of the local air traffic controller came through the speaker above his seat. "Approaching VT-1100, please state your business in Pau." Flipping a switch Zarballa responded, "uughghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uugggh awwgggghhh." The traffic controller appeared a little stunned, the line crackling as he tried to figure out the translation. As the seconds ticked up Zarballa began to grumble. Eventually after around twenty seconds the traffic controller spoke, "Ummm, Ok, please land at pad seven." Zarballa barked a quick reply before closing the line. He piloted the ship into the space, guided by lights onto the relatively large landing pad. A large bump and the hiss of hydraulics signalled the ship touching down, flipping more switches he powered down the ship's engines followed by its main power core. The hyperdrive was due a service, its light flashing continuously in the corner of his eyes, the number of lightyears put on the drive since his acceptance into the Jedi Order dramatically continuing. Getting out of his chair, he grunted at the light before moving over to a small lockbox at the back of the cockpit, turning it out onto the co-pilot chair he rummaged through the hydrospanners, spare wires, lubricant and odd screws and pulled out some black tape. Ripping off a large section, he walked back to the service light and placed the black tap over the flashing red bulb. Huffing at the light he turned away and made for the exit ramp. He slipped a small metal cover on his bandolier open and slid his double bladed lightsaber away and out of view. His A10, hung near the ramp, clipping it onto his belt as he exited the ship, trudging across the pad, he was met by a group of Utai who were carrying fuel lines. "wuuh huurh" he called at them as politely as he could in Shyriiwook, the group of three Utai just stared at him a look of fear on their faces, before he waved them gently towards the ship. Zarballa made his way from the landing pad and through the customs and security checks which allowed him out into the capital city proper. He made good time through security, as polite as he tried to be he seemed to scare most of the civil servants so they allowed him through as quickly as they could. Stepping out into the light shinning down from the planets Sun, he wondered where is colleague was, they had been tasked with protecting a local member of the Banking Clan who was under threat from jealous rivals. A good as job as any for a Jedi Padawan, he thought to himself.