At the eastern edge on the galactic map of known spaces, just beyond Gamorr, rested the tiny forest world of Pzob. It was the definition of a backwater world. There were no cities to speak of, no star ports, and very little in the way of government. Aside from a few scattered villages. The last place Covax expected to be just weeks before Life Day. Yet here he was.
" wee wee bleep wop." His astromech A10 vocalized in droidspeak. "How long?" Covax asked, the look of irritation growing. The small floating droid giving the distinct sound of "uhuha." Covax nearly kicked the tiny droid in frustration but knew if the somehow managed to damage him he would be stuck on this planet until he could convince Aska could come and get him. Instead, he turned without another word and made his way out of the ship.
He needed some air, and more importantly, a drink. He remembered seeing what looked like a small village not far from the clearing he managed to land the ship at. They would likely not have his favorite bourbon but at this point he'd take engine hooch if it burned away his irritation. If he remembered corrected it was to the north. The towering merc adjusted his belt with his hand cannon on his hip, and started walking.
@Sicadorito