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Daupherm, equatorial regions. Local time: 06:00
Joe Bethersonton and Vardon Galland had just set down on the planet of Daupherm, known for its cold temperatures, vast plains and numerous far reaching cave systems. The two friends sat inside the cabin, but instead of playing a game of dejarik like they normally would, they simply sat there in relative silence. The padawan had felt something drawing him to the planet for quite some time but it wasn't until he entered its atmosphere that he discovered that it was a dark presence which drew him there.
The strong winds could be heard from inside the shuttle as a few leaves blew past the ship's windows. The sun had appeared not too long ago and cast it's rays on the dewy grass on which the ship stood. If it weren't for the dark presence dampening his mood, the young man would surely have been more enthusiastic about the day, but for now, he mostly wanted it to pass quickly. At least he wouldn't be braving the darkness himself - the Thyferran had another padawan who was going to join him, a Miralukan named Samael Aeveroth. At least there would be something which make the day a little more bearable.
To his deep regret, Vardon and Joe Bethersonton had arrived early and the wait felt much longer than it actually was. Despite usually being a patient man, the padawan was feeling rather restless, he wanted to do something. With that, he suddenly stood up from his chair and looked down at his friend "Joe, watch the ship for me, will ya'? I think I need some fresh air." he said, managing to keep a friendly tone - Joe Bethersonton deserved nothing less. After the older man gave him a nod, Vardon left the cockpit and headed out of the ship.
The harsh winds and cold dry air assaulted the young man as soon as he stepped out of the comforts of his ship. He frowned as he kept walking down the ramp and took care to have it raised back up once he was out. There was no point in sharing the cold with his friend inside the cockpit. Galland walked around in the wet ankle-tall grass in front of his ship with both his arms crossed. He wore a warm and fluffy white shirt along with grey pants. While his lightsaber was attached to the belt at his right, he also had one knife attached to each side of belt too. Since his shirt went down a little longer than his belt, the weapons weren't visible upon first glance.
Vardon looked up to the skies and muttered "Common, how long are you going to take?" slightly frustrated as another harsh wind swept across the plains.
The strong winds could be heard from inside the shuttle as a few leaves blew past the ship's windows. The sun had appeared not too long ago and cast it's rays on the dewy grass on which the ship stood. If it weren't for the dark presence dampening his mood, the young man would surely have been more enthusiastic about the day, but for now, he mostly wanted it to pass quickly. At least he wouldn't be braving the darkness himself - the Thyferran had another padawan who was going to join him, a Miralukan named Samael Aeveroth. At least there would be something which make the day a little more bearable.
To his deep regret, Vardon and Joe Bethersonton had arrived early and the wait felt much longer than it actually was. Despite usually being a patient man, the padawan was feeling rather restless, he wanted to do something. With that, he suddenly stood up from his chair and looked down at his friend "Joe, watch the ship for me, will ya'? I think I need some fresh air." he said, managing to keep a friendly tone - Joe Bethersonton deserved nothing less. After the older man gave him a nod, Vardon left the cockpit and headed out of the ship.
The harsh winds and cold dry air assaulted the young man as soon as he stepped out of the comforts of his ship. He frowned as he kept walking down the ramp and took care to have it raised back up once he was out. There was no point in sharing the cold with his friend inside the cockpit. Galland walked around in the wet ankle-tall grass in front of his ship with both his arms crossed. He wore a warm and fluffy white shirt along with grey pants. While his lightsaber was attached to the belt at his right, he also had one knife attached to each side of belt too. Since his shirt went down a little longer than his belt, the weapons weren't visible upon first glance.
Vardon looked up to the skies and muttered "Common, how long are you going to take?" slightly frustrated as another harsh wind swept across the plains.
@samdragon