Rowa happened to find himself on this planet, surrounded by a small tribe of Mandalorians, and being put to work doing chores around the camp as a way to keep him busy while Dolworth, Talon, and Adenn were on a mission to Coruscuant to get ONI back. He would have gone with them, but Dolworth insisted he stayed behind. After much thought he saw Dolworth's way of thinking: As far as the Galaxy...or rather the Jedi and Sector Ranters...were concerned he was considered dead. Had he gone to Coruscuant, somewhere he was quite familiar with, they would have spotted him and then Kriff would hit the fan. He gave a sigh as he helped the Mandalorian called Ezon with carrying some boxes to another part of the Camp
"Jeesh!" snapped Rowa, "This thing is heavy!" he said as they finally sat it down.
"Yeah! Isn't it great!" said Ezon with a hint of sarcasm, "heavy lifting gives ya character!"
"What the hell's in this thing?!" asked Rowa, looking at the box before looking back up at Ezon.
"If I told you I'd have to kill you" retorted Ezon with a serious tone before walking off. Rowa would have taken it seriously, had Ezon not let out a quiet wheezing chuckle while strolling off.
Rowa rolled his eyes, straightening himself up and heading towards Dorea's tent to see if there was anything else he could do. I wonder how Etr is doing? he thought as he walked...
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