It is said, in some circles, that everyone always wants to go back to Jakku for some reason or other. Soleil vehemently disagreed with that entire notion, but here he still was. On the one hand, he was here with Aadya to look for something important, buried treasure, which was stuff he loved! Puzzles and mysteries were he could use the knowledge he absorbed like a sponge were just the best. It was just, well, Sol and desert environs didn't get along well.
So there he was, walking down the ramp of Aadya's ship fully covered in skin-covering desert gear. Not a single bit of skin was exposed, at all, under any circumstances. Up to and including sand goggles and cloth scraps wrapped around his wrists and ankles to keep the sand out. He'd even broken out some well-worn boots instead of a nicer pair to avoid completely fucking them up. Beneath the clothes, he'd covered himself in a high-SPF moisturizer. He hated it here so much.
But the adventure! Even if a not-insignificant portion of his pack was extra water and gel for his gills, he was still excited for whatever lay ahead. A miniature protocol droid was clipped to the front of his clothes for translating sign since there was no way in hell he could communicate with expressions under the layers, borrowed from the academy library. At least it'd be cold at night, right?
Right?
@Logan