It was a day of many firsts and it put him in an uneasy place as he waited to meet the doctor that he hired, or at least he hoped he hired. It would be the first time he had ever purchased someone's skillset for himself and he suspected it would be one of the few times he would. Nox preferred to be the one who earned the credits, not the one who gave them out. But, desperate times called for desperate measures and the area of expertise required wasn't in his skill set, and he needed outside help. That also led to his second first, it was the first job he was participating in that wouldn't surprisingly end up with anyone being hunted or shot. That was the hope at least as the doctor and he would venture out into the desert for the sand people. It all felt a little unnatural for him.
Negotiations still pressed on with them and Clan Solus as a form of an alliance was trying to be determined between the two. Nox decided a sort of olive branch could be extended and help smoothen things along as he had been informed of a wave of sickness that had been passing through the sand people's camps. Their children had been the ones who had been suffering the most and what allowed the two to enter their homes with their word of not being harmed. Hopefully, whatever the sickness or virus was, it could be treated or at least managed until it passed through.
All of it weighed on the Mandalorian's mind and it was evident in how he waited to meet the doctor. Nox sat on top of a speeder outside a small cantina in the outpost, his legs facing horizontally as one was crossed over the other. His left hand supported his right arm's elbow, the other hand sticking straight in the air as he slinked a credit between his fingers smoothly. It would dip in and out between each digit until it would reach his thumb and be flicked slightly in the air before being caught and having the process be started all over again. The T-visor for his helmet was aimed downwards and toward the ground, his gaze honed on the sand while he delved into his own thoughts about the current situation and what the future would entail. It was his version of pacing that could easily be identified once it was known.
Normally, Nox would have been more vigilant when it came to meeting a contact but he had left a notice that he was a Mandalorian and he stood out well enough with his height and silver bes'kar helmet. He used the moment of reprieve to think to himself as he about to find out whether he was to meet an actual doctor or a charlatan. One never knew what to expect in the outer territories.
Negotiations still pressed on with them and Clan Solus as a form of an alliance was trying to be determined between the two. Nox decided a sort of olive branch could be extended and help smoothen things along as he had been informed of a wave of sickness that had been passing through the sand people's camps. Their children had been the ones who had been suffering the most and what allowed the two to enter their homes with their word of not being harmed. Hopefully, whatever the sickness or virus was, it could be treated or at least managed until it passed through.
All of it weighed on the Mandalorian's mind and it was evident in how he waited to meet the doctor. Nox sat on top of a speeder outside a small cantina in the outpost, his legs facing horizontally as one was crossed over the other. His left hand supported his right arm's elbow, the other hand sticking straight in the air as he slinked a credit between his fingers smoothly. It would dip in and out between each digit until it would reach his thumb and be flicked slightly in the air before being caught and having the process be started all over again. The T-visor for his helmet was aimed downwards and toward the ground, his gaze honed on the sand while he delved into his own thoughts about the current situation and what the future would entail. It was his version of pacing that could easily be identified once it was known.
Normally, Nox would have been more vigilant when it came to meeting a contact but he had left a notice that he was a Mandalorian and he stood out well enough with his height and silver bes'kar helmet. He used the moment of reprieve to think to himself as he about to find out whether he was to meet an actual doctor or a charlatan. One never knew what to expect in the outer territories.