Horus Vizsla parked his ugly freighter unto the landing pad at Kal'Shebbol. He was decked out in a mismatch of a leather duster and occasional plating commonly seen on many a traveling bounty hunter or mercenary, the ones who couldn't afford a proper set of armor. A Power-5 laid was visibly holstered to his hips, a measure of personal protection that helped complete the 'ragged' look he was going for.
His mission was to explore the Kathol Outback, and find the teachers some of Horus's former vod had been rumored to find out here. A mysterious alien race, secluded out here in a place where hyperspace travel was dangerous and slow. Most of the folk around here were the risky sort of traveler who preferred excitement and exploration over safey. Freedom over security. Chaos over order. Horus was not planning on revealing he worked for the Galactic Empire now, as all sorts of trouble could be caused by it. The sort of trouble where he'd want more than just a Power-5 at his belt.
Horus made his way over to the spaceport, hoping to find a map vendor. This planet wasn't difficult to find, it was on the end of Trition Trade Route after all, but the rest of "The Outback?" It wasn't just not knowing what was around the corner, but where all of the corners were. Perhaps he'd find something interesting, some trouble, some connections, or even a map vendor that wouldn't charge him an arm and a leg. Who knew?