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Time: Midday
Participants: @Oncaro , @Darasuum
Theme: The Commision - Breton
Among the different places he had visited Stewjon was somewhat understandable. The overcast skies indicated the time of year ahead. Winter was coming but fall had not ended yet. The cool ocean air flowed over the various districts and filled the sky with melancholic clouds. Flashes of light in the far distance could tell observers even a storm was literally on the horizon. But this did not bother the doctor.
Donar was now the Duke of House Skirata as well as a doctor and representative of his family's company, Dawnward Design Industries. He was visiting the planet to secure deals with the planetary shipyards and support. Economics and political deals were not the only reason he was on the planet. He was making an effort and sizable donation towards the planet with bacta. The Kjlljk Protectorate controlled the space nearby and the weakening grip of the sith meant the only other opposition was dying out.
Now that he was here he wondered if he should enjoy the planet before leaving. It had a famous red light district and it had been awhile since he had relaxed. At the same time he had a great deal on his plate so perhaps drinking solemnly in a bar was not the best course of action. He wore his full plate of armour, the black and orange livery denoting the House he belonged to and represented. His helmet was off displaying his bearded face, the single thing scar running from his right forehead down across his eye towards his cheek. It was a reminder of sacrifice and one he did not take lightly.