Drace Solus
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1456 Local Time
Noon had just passed when the Mandalorian's ship touched down on the snowy surface of the planet and the sun was already beginning to set. He knew nothing about the place besides its location, having traveled to it by following coordinates given to him by a friend. He'd needed a place to lay low for a few days, let things blow over before running back out into the world. Of course, Drace had let a few people know that he was gonna be MIA for a bit, so they don't think he got captured or something like that. As if the Republica was crafty enough.
From the atmosphere, the planet had looked intriguing. A tundra littered with pinkish trees, some orange hued, and breath-taking mountains. It was not unpopulated, though he only noticed a few villages from far away, as well as some random shacks here and there. Drace landed the freighter in the only clearing he'd spotted, and damn near crashed into a few trees. After the rough landing, he clambered out of the ship, glad to finally breathe some fresh air. The journey here had lasted about two days already, and the atmosphere in the freighter was growing stuffy.
His helmet was off for once; the Mandalorian had felt like he was suffocating in there, and the helmet certainly hadn't helped. He'd grabbed it with him on the way out, as well as his rifle, pistol, and beskad, though he'd left the grenades in the ship. He couldn't see why he would need them here.
As the doors to the freighter hissed shut behind him, he looked around at the mesmerizing landscape. He spotted a shack about a hundred meters away, his gaze almost hopping over it. Drace began the long walk toward it, figuring he had nothing better to do.
He spotted minimal wildlife, though there was the odd rabbit or deer, though the deer here did not look like those in Mandalore—they had four pairs of ears and were white as snow, some bearing black lines on their backs, which he would later figure out were the males. The forest was surprisingly loud for its lack of fauna; birds chirped, hidden up among the leaves, the bushes rustling every once in a while, either because snow fell or a prey animal fled.
The Mandalorian, helmet on, rifle holstered around his back, walked up to the door of the hut. He was not worried about its inhabitants being hostile—who would attack him here, in the middle of nowhere? His beskad hung off his belt, as much a weapon as a symbol of status showing he's Mandalorian, as if his armor wasn't enough. He lifted one gloved hand and knocked on the heavy wooden door, then waited.
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