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Induomodo
Strix stood up in his small rented room. He couldn’t take a single step toward without bumping into anything. The room was already small, and in adding all his tools and equipment to the room it was near impossible to navigate. Instead of risking the damaging of one of his tools, he simply starting packing it all up right there. He started by applying all the clothing he could. He wore his ragged shirt and pants first, then covered it with his best jacket and trousers. They were his one and only go to article of clothing when he was meeting someone for the first time. His sparse armour pieces, portable Experimentation Station, and safely sealed homemade remedies and serums were all placed into the bag which he carried at his side. Lastly on his hip his sheath and vibrosword rested dangling near his leg, placed strategically so the ornate handle was always visible. With that he exited the room.
Outside he was greeted by the lovely couple that had let him stay for the night. He was supposed to meet his contact here today, but miscalculated the times between planets and arrived a day early by accident. He gave an overly regal bow and left. The nice lady smiled and slapped her spouse who scoffed at Strix’s out of place gesture. He was on Induomodo, a curious jungle planet and was in one of the very few habited areas of it. He quite enjoyed it. No matter which direction he walked in, he would soon be in the jungle, surrounded by the planets flora and fauna. The particular fauna he was chasing after today however was the kouhun. He’d heard from a mercenary that they were very potently venomous. He had worked with various venoms previously, but he was curious to see what properties this brand may have.
For now however, he walked in the direction of the only cantina possibly on the entire planet. Even by Wild Space standards it was barebones. It wasn’t even a closed building, just an open courtyard in the middle of several homes with tables all placed in a circle around the ‘bar’. The bar in question was just a slightly larger table with crates of prepackaged booze from several nearby planets and one or two branded drinks. He had walked by it yesterday during his perusal of the town looking for a place to stay. Today he was begging for shelter, but in his mind he was already envisioning a castle that reached the clouds all trimmed in gold and surrounded by a security force made of entirely of genetically altered Chiss. As his mind wandered with delusions such as these, he arrived at the ‘cantina’. He hadn’t gotten a description of his contact, the one who would be his guide and aide on his expedition, so he stood there; sticking out like a sore thumb as he began to scan the crowd for any signs indicating that his contact was here.