Leon sat at the bar in some out of the way Cantina on the planet Umbara. He was there investigating local disappearances, a request the Cantina owner himself called in after local authorities just brushed it off. It all began a couple weeks ago after they saw something crash a couple miles away. It began with pets but quickly escalated to the local townsfolk. The owner had told Leon all he knew and had begun waiting on actual customers leaving the Ranger to his own devices.
So he sat there, his hat on the bar, a small self rolled cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth and a shot glass of Corellian whiskey in front of him, going over a local map the Cantina owner had lent him. Voxx, his seeker droid hovered near his shoulder looking at the map as well. He had come well prepared as he was forced to leave his ship and travel here by speeder so his blaster rifle leaned against the bar next to his leg and a small pack full of supplies.
"What are you thinking Voxx? Slavers? Doesn't sound like this could be the work of any of the local wildlife. Has to be someone out there taking these people."
"I don't know Sir. Umbarans aren't normally targeted by slavers."
"You'd be surprised what a desperate slaver would do Voxx." Leon falls silent, slowly rotating the halo map, looking for any good places a slaver might set up camp. Pausing a moment, he takes the cigar from his lips and tosses back the shot, tapping the glass twice on the bar before going back to his map. He overheard a few of the locals talk about monsters. But even on the 'Shadow World', such things just didn't exist. There was a logical explanation, Leon just had to find out what it was.
@Die Shize @Taz @Pyrenees
So he sat there, his hat on the bar, a small self rolled cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth and a shot glass of Corellian whiskey in front of him, going over a local map the Cantina owner had lent him. Voxx, his seeker droid hovered near his shoulder looking at the map as well. He had come well prepared as he was forced to leave his ship and travel here by speeder so his blaster rifle leaned against the bar next to his leg and a small pack full of supplies.
"What are you thinking Voxx? Slavers? Doesn't sound like this could be the work of any of the local wildlife. Has to be someone out there taking these people."
"I don't know Sir. Umbarans aren't normally targeted by slavers."
"You'd be surprised what a desperate slaver would do Voxx." Leon falls silent, slowly rotating the halo map, looking for any good places a slaver might set up camp. Pausing a moment, he takes the cigar from his lips and tosses back the shot, tapping the glass twice on the bar before going back to his map. He overheard a few of the locals talk about monsters. But even on the 'Shadow World', such things just didn't exist. There was a logical explanation, Leon just had to find out what it was.
@Die Shize @Taz @Pyrenees