Mr. Save-The-Galaxy
Dayark was certainly lovely this time of year. Lovely if you liked rice paddys, rolling plains, or better yet, empty swamp-forests filled to bursting with all sorts of plants and animals and gigantic mud pits. Sure, the plants were great and interesting, many of the brightly-coloured animals that had never even been officially catalogued on any galactic scale made for quite an interesting sight...but the mud was intolerable, especially for someone who wore shoes rather than boots.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Cotan was no great fan of the area of Dayark he'd found thus far.
"Alright, I think we're out of the swamp, or at least the worst of it, finally," he called out to the woman a short ways behind him, from where he sat on a clean log, rinsing mud off of one of his shoes. His ship was landed a few miles away, on the other side of the swamp, as the forest had been too dense for him to find a decent landing space where he wanted to. Probably for the best, it wouldn't be very nice if the thing had ended up sinking into the muck. No doubt the astromech aboard would never let him hear the end of it.
He turned, looking over to where Asha Vynea was studying some thing or another that she had found, and rolled his eyes. "Could you be a little less enthusastic about all this?" he asked, a mock-petulant tone to his voice. It didn't help that it was his idea anyways, trying to find decent places to stockpile materials and safeguard people out of the eyes of any potential invading groups into the outback. He should've just gone straight to the dark side of the moon instead of bothering with the wet and humid day side. The gas giant it orbited would make a better view than the cloudy sky, anyways.
"I'm miserable over here, and you're getting all excited over some flowers."