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[Boluc Laar]

UTAPAU​

His people was one that had suffered tragedy for thousands of years. Many had silently pity the Mandalorians after facing so many cataclysms that ruined the stability of whatever Empire reigned over Mandalore and its colonies.

At least they had a home, one they didn’t have to search through every coordinate to find it.

His people, the Vahla, was insignificant to most. They were only remembered after every other iteration of a Sith Empire, always flocking to that flame with high hopes of finding their home through conquest and sating their lust of vengeance against the Jedi. The same ballad every other generation as far as they could remember. Tedious and tiresome, motivated by the sacrifices their scattered ancestors had done to not be in vain. After so many exhausting years, no one ever came close discovering their home. A reality that was always depressing to hear.

Everyone had their limits.

So did he and many.

A different sect of Vahla, a nomadic one, traveled across the reaches of the Galaxy to build something akin to a nation. A new different ambitions they were keen on. A different pace from one they were more used to.

An interesting assignment was given to him from the priestess which would lead him to Utapau. There they sensed a Vahla they wished to have at their ranks, and so he was ordered to carry out the deed. Bring her alive, but don’t maim her too much if she retaliated.

Simple.

 

[Skyler]

She was a long ways from the tourist ports. The few that were on this planet. The arid air hit her face as she wandered around the small town that lead to one of the sinkholes beneath the surface. It was thriving down there as opposed to the outpost where she was. But she wanted some sun. Sun on her tan skin.

And fresh-ish air.

Skyler sat on the dirt with her head tipped upward, purple-tinged hair swinging lazily back. The warmth of the sun on her face. Eyes closed against the grit of the sand that blew with the breeze. Fingers dug into the dirt. And for once, it was silent.

Not around her. There were people around. Some giving the woman strange looks for just...sitting in the middle of nowhere.

But her visions. The ones she was bombarded with constantly had finally gone...silent. She had those moments few and far between, especially when a death-stick wasn't clutched between her lips nor a burning drink down her throat. So, she savored this moment, knowing it wouldn't last.

She'd worry about booking a room later. Worry about booking transport later. Worry about finding a job later.

For now, she'd just sit with her bum in the dirt, face tipped up to the sun.

Aulkren Yoso