This was a long time coming. A vacation that was more than just a few extra days of drinking in some pent house. So of course it was the luxury resort on Darumaa. The view of the water was relaxing and the lack of responsibilities and pressures helped him decompress. He wore a simple dark gray shirt and a set of blue swing trunks.
On one of the ornately furnished chairs sat the tome Ilana and he had taken from Nar Shaddaa. Malakai walked over to it, looking at it and wondered about pouring over it again. First he had spent some time looking over the book in its normal cryptic writings. That had taken some time but the trip from the Smuggler's Moon coupled with his shared injuries meant he fully expected some time.
Malakai's left arm was in a sling still despite several bacta treatments. It was mostly to prevent it from getting injured again before it was fully healed but the miracles of medical technology had their limits. The Grysk would still have to heal naturally to a degree.
Reaching for a bowl filled with fruit, the man grabbed one and took a gluttionous bite of the ripe fruit. If he stayed on Nar Shaddaa he would not take it easy. He would have found something else to get mixed up and ended up getting messed up even worse in the process. Plus it just felt better to get some distance from the crime scene even if that meant traveling into the expansion region.
@Killa Ree