"Cobalt"
Road Warrior

Location: Dagobah Swamps, near ruined Jedi Temple
Objective: Battlefield Salvage
Equipment: Cobalt's Shotgun, Cobalt's WSS, Radiation Detector, Vibroknife
Objective: Battlefield Salvage
Equipment: Cobalt's Shotgun, Cobalt's WSS, Radiation Detector, Vibroknife
Cobalt trudged through the swamp, deftly avoiding deep pockets of water. Occasionally, he'd climb a tree, balancing over long branches to travel through areas he didn't like the look of. There was more than just mud to watch out for here. A titanic battle between Helix Solutions' droids and the Trade League's clone forces had scoured countless square miles of swampland. Toxic chemical weapons had been used, and large parts of the area were still sizzling with rads.
He could tolerate radiation better than most, but the concentrations here would still cook him like an egg if he wandered into them. It wasn't hard to tell where they were, either. His radiation detector clicked wildly when he got near one, but even without it, he'd know. Jungles were living things, and no area stayed clear long. Vines spread to reclaim areas, new trees popped up, and in a few years time it was hard to tell a clearing had ever been there. Anyplace that was still ash after all this time was not a place to be. Not unless one wanted to spend their last moments hacking up their own lungs.
Rads were bad enough. His people lived with them, grew up with them. Some even considered them sacred. They were dangerous, but they were familiar. That couldn't be said about everything here.
He'd already passed hundreds, if not thousands of skeletonized human corpses, clad in a white armor that anyone in the galaxy knew by sight. They weren't alone. Droids were here too, dead in numbers even greater. Both were scattered about in mounds, amidst seemingly endless dunes of ash that now bordered the swamps. He'd tried to pass through, but the rad concentrations were such that they'd be fatal in seconds, even to him. Most life forms would get their ticket punched the instant they even got close. The ash dunes stood like an impassable wall between him and his target: what was left of the Jedi Temple.
Word had it that the Trade League hadn't been all that died in this fateful place. The Sith forces had sacked and destroyed a Jedi Temple that had once been here. The forces of Darth Carnifex had ruined the place so thoroughly that there would be little left... at least to most eyes. He had a keener eye for value than most, and there was always at least something in even the most ruined of places. The Hutts might pay well for anything there. Criminals liked their trinkets and trophies, especially ones like the Hutts who could casually purchase planets.
He'd been circling the borders of the ash dunes for a while now, trying to find a path through that wouldn't fry him the second he set foot on it. So far, he'd had no luck. He'd passed a few dead scavs who had the same idea, but much less experience. From the looks of it, they'd dropped a few seconds after touching the dunes. He was confident he'd find the way through, but it wouldn't be easy.
Finally; he found a promising spot. A narrow strip of greenery that ran onward in the right direction. He checked his counter. Still high rads, but surviveable to a Scab, or anyone smart enough to wear protection. He pulled his shotgun from its holster, steeled himself, and moved on. With any luck at all, this would at least get him close to the Temple's ruins.