It was later in the afternoon,as the sun began his dicent towards the horizon.Its light casting a warm light upon the waves of endless sand that streetched for miles.Dotted across this sea of endless sanddunes,were islands of rock formations standing tall,like unmoving guardians.Some of them had there inside dug up and turned into small home by the people that call this dustbowl of a planet home,and others to a small station and cantina,a safe haven for those who try to cross the desert.Upon one those rock formations,a rather familiar Halshion freighter had landed.
The Rust bucket's surface was covered by a thick layer of sand,signifying that this stop has been rather long.Towards it's left side,a long and dark fabric was spread outwards,with two metal rods working as support beams,while its other side was tide on two spots of the ship's broadside,creating a tent.Under said tent there was a figure sitting on a simple chair,with a small box on its right working as a small table,as various bits and bobs were laid upon it.Rolling around the campside was a older astromech,its paint chipped and faided revealing the missmatched parts used for his repairs.The figure was wearing casual clothing,though fit for the hot environment.Over said clothes,a well travelled poncho covered their upper half.Their face were obsured by a conbination of a fabric wrapped around their mouth and nose,as a pair of goggles hid its eyes,while a desert hat with big round brim sat comfortably on their head.
*sigh* the man let out a long and laboured sigh "I dont think anyone is coming this time R5".The astromech paid no mind as it was following a small reptile around the rocky surface."...fine pay me no mind...you ol'bucket of bolts" as the man raised a pair of binocks that were laying upon the small box on his right."...just an ocean of sand and rock...but its quiet".His mind began to reminise...its been two years since that temple raid...yet no answers..just more questions.
The Rust bucket's surface was covered by a thick layer of sand,signifying that this stop has been rather long.Towards it's left side,a long and dark fabric was spread outwards,with two metal rods working as support beams,while its other side was tide on two spots of the ship's broadside,creating a tent.Under said tent there was a figure sitting on a simple chair,with a small box on its right working as a small table,as various bits and bobs were laid upon it.Rolling around the campside was a older astromech,its paint chipped and faided revealing the missmatched parts used for his repairs.The figure was wearing casual clothing,though fit for the hot environment.Over said clothes,a well travelled poncho covered their upper half.Their face were obsured by a conbination of a fabric wrapped around their mouth and nose,as a pair of goggles hid its eyes,while a desert hat with big round brim sat comfortably on their head.
*sigh* the man let out a long and laboured sigh "I dont think anyone is coming this time R5".The astromech paid no mind as it was following a small reptile around the rocky surface."...fine pay me no mind...you ol'bucket of bolts" as the man raised a pair of binocks that were laying upon the small box on his right."...just an ocean of sand and rock...but its quiet".His mind began to reminise...its been two years since that temple raid...yet no answers..just more questions.