A small silhouetted object could be seen gradually growing in size as it gradually descended towards the small secluded settlement, the body of the object glowing a brilliant white as the sun light reflected off of the fuselage of the small personal scout ship as it broke through the final and lowest layer of clouds. Over a short period of time the personal craft gradually drew closer, until it reached the point that it passed over the peak of the space port control power before circling around and carefully swept down towards the designated vacant landing bay, before touching down and coming to a stop with a metallic groan as the suspension forks of the landing struts took the weight of the space craft.
Once the ship had settled down into its new berth, the engines of the IV-9 Scoutmaster started to whine as the life was extinguished from the two engine exhaust ports, powering down into a dormant state, a panel from the fuselage slowly lowered towards the surface of the landing pad, before a series of hydraulic steps extended out from the fuselage. Allowing the blonde haired figure to step out from the confines of the ship and descend down the ramp. Her eyes narrowing as she surveyed her new surroundings, watching the innate actions of the service droids as they scampered back and forth carrying out their pre-programmed duties, before falling upon the movements of the feline like humanoids that inhabited this world.
Stepping away from her craft the young blonde walked around the perimeter of her ship, taking her focus and attention away from the locals and placing it onto her ship, visually inspecting for any signs of damage to the hull that might of been incurred from hitting some passing debris whilst in space. Well partly for that reason, but also to take a quick mental snapshot of the condition that her ship was presently in, so to ensure that before she departs she would be able to shoot down any claims from the local maintenance crews that they had carried out repairs as a means of extorting more money from her. She had made that mistake before, and it certainly was not going to happen again.
Once the blonde had carried out her visual inspection of her ship, and waved over the service droids to hook up the various hoses and fuel lines to her ship. Alyse now found her gaze wandering around her surroundings, looking for the slightest glimpse of the young Jedi Padawan she had encountered within the ruins of an Imperial outpost on Lok. It was a curious situation, given how their encounter had played out, from what started as an initial and surprisingly civil exchange between followers of two opposing ideologies, had later transpired to the young Padawan requesting the help of the Sith Guardian to control his tendencies towards the dark side. Whilst the request for assistance was granted, it was to a degree heavily caveated with the risks that would come to the younger Jedi learner should he decide to pursue her teachings - in addition to the enforcement of a two week period through which the Padawan could decide and contemplate whether this was what he wanted, rather than making a potentially life changing commitment in a moment of weakness.
Figuring that there was still a few hours until the two weeks had ended, the Blonde elected to seal her ship and lock it down for the time being before venturing over towards the port's Cantina - Something was telling Alyse that her coming dealings on Zygerria will require her to have her wits and senses about her, not to mention her strength. With little time or effort passing, the blonde Sith had managed to find herself a small secluded booth within the cantina and was sitting nursing a large cup of caff as she waited for her food order to be prepared, her mind slowly reaching out into the Force, taking in the currents and general atmosphere of her surroundings. There were elements at play on this world that was disrupting the natural order, the world was once again falling back into the grasp of stagnant complacency as whispers carried that the slave trading empire was starting to once again take root. Not that she was there with the intent to rescue slaves from the bondage of servitude, no she was there to ensure that any future attempts of a slave trade arising would be met with resistance - generating conflict that would allow for the world to evolve and progress rather than regress backwards in an attempt to bring back the glory days of old.
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Once the ship had settled down into its new berth, the engines of the IV-9 Scoutmaster started to whine as the life was extinguished from the two engine exhaust ports, powering down into a dormant state, a panel from the fuselage slowly lowered towards the surface of the landing pad, before a series of hydraulic steps extended out from the fuselage. Allowing the blonde haired figure to step out from the confines of the ship and descend down the ramp. Her eyes narrowing as she surveyed her new surroundings, watching the innate actions of the service droids as they scampered back and forth carrying out their pre-programmed duties, before falling upon the movements of the feline like humanoids that inhabited this world.
Stepping away from her craft the young blonde walked around the perimeter of her ship, taking her focus and attention away from the locals and placing it onto her ship, visually inspecting for any signs of damage to the hull that might of been incurred from hitting some passing debris whilst in space. Well partly for that reason, but also to take a quick mental snapshot of the condition that her ship was presently in, so to ensure that before she departs she would be able to shoot down any claims from the local maintenance crews that they had carried out repairs as a means of extorting more money from her. She had made that mistake before, and it certainly was not going to happen again.
Once the blonde had carried out her visual inspection of her ship, and waved over the service droids to hook up the various hoses and fuel lines to her ship. Alyse now found her gaze wandering around her surroundings, looking for the slightest glimpse of the young Jedi Padawan she had encountered within the ruins of an Imperial outpost on Lok. It was a curious situation, given how their encounter had played out, from what started as an initial and surprisingly civil exchange between followers of two opposing ideologies, had later transpired to the young Padawan requesting the help of the Sith Guardian to control his tendencies towards the dark side. Whilst the request for assistance was granted, it was to a degree heavily caveated with the risks that would come to the younger Jedi learner should he decide to pursue her teachings - in addition to the enforcement of a two week period through which the Padawan could decide and contemplate whether this was what he wanted, rather than making a potentially life changing commitment in a moment of weakness.
Figuring that there was still a few hours until the two weeks had ended, the Blonde elected to seal her ship and lock it down for the time being before venturing over towards the port's Cantina - Something was telling Alyse that her coming dealings on Zygerria will require her to have her wits and senses about her, not to mention her strength. With little time or effort passing, the blonde Sith had managed to find herself a small secluded booth within the cantina and was sitting nursing a large cup of caff as she waited for her food order to be prepared, her mind slowly reaching out into the Force, taking in the currents and general atmosphere of her surroundings. There were elements at play on this world that was disrupting the natural order, the world was once again falling back into the grasp of stagnant complacency as whispers carried that the slave trading empire was starting to once again take root. Not that she was there with the intent to rescue slaves from the bondage of servitude, no she was there to ensure that any future attempts of a slave trade arising would be met with resistance - generating conflict that would allow for the world to evolve and progress rather than regress backwards in an attempt to bring back the glory days of old.
@Noctyr