Tested Youth
The Liberty's Edge shot down through the thick clouds of Midvinters' night sky, leaving a plume of smoke in the wake of the ship's thrusters. This frozen world was entirely foreign to Balun; however, it was among hundreds of worlds in the Tingel Arm that the young man had yet to experience firsthand. Independent and exhilarated by the thought of exploring a new world, he had no idea how significant Midvinter was in the greater scheme of things. Yet, descending towards Heavenheim, he could see a vast settlement illuminating the surrounding frozen lands.
Announcing his arrival and requesting permission to land, he was answered by someone who claimed to be part of the 'Fortress of Dawn', whatever the hell that was. It sounded...-Well fortified? Swallowing his curiosity, Balun was given clearance to land upon one of the landing pads within the great city, and the voice welcomed him to the city of Heavenheim. A peculiar name for a place and one that rang no bells of familiarity to his mind.
"At least there's civilization here, huh, Luna," Balun said to the Merqaal, who was curled up in the co-pilot's chair, sleeping soundly. "It looks freezing out there, though; maybe I'll leave you to sleep while I check it out first", he added while guiding the Clifford-class Freighter down to land.
From further back in the cockpit, Chip gave an excited whirl, causing Balun to glance back over his shoulder in surprise; "You've been here before? Your old Master again, I'm guessing," Balun assumed. The BB-Model Astromech hadn't revealed much about its former owner, only that he had once been a Jedi Master. Balun had tried to learn more, but the droid kept tight-lipped on that particular subject, a far cry from its usual chatty nature. "Well then, I guess you're coming along. I could use the help," he decided, moving to rise from the pilot's seat, flicking back the last of the controls so that the Freighter could wind down before he left.
Wrapping his robe around him, Balun crossed his arms over his torso as he strode down the loading ramp and into the freezing winds of Midvinters open air. The first thing he noticed was a shocking lack of technology; it wasn't entirely absent, but it was also akin to what Balun imagined life might have been thousands of years ago. The design of the buildings around him and the use of torches lighting the streets was both incredible and yet also completely unheard of.
"Where the hell have we landed?" he said aloud, rhetorically despite Chip giving a whistle and instructing Balun to follow the little droid. "Alright then...-Lead on," Balun resigned, his eyes on their newfound surroundings and not really wanting to know where the droid would take him. They had arrived back in the stone ages and the shock was going to take a long time to adjust to.
Announcing his arrival and requesting permission to land, he was answered by someone who claimed to be part of the 'Fortress of Dawn', whatever the hell that was. It sounded...-Well fortified? Swallowing his curiosity, Balun was given clearance to land upon one of the landing pads within the great city, and the voice welcomed him to the city of Heavenheim. A peculiar name for a place and one that rang no bells of familiarity to his mind.
"At least there's civilization here, huh, Luna," Balun said to the Merqaal, who was curled up in the co-pilot's chair, sleeping soundly. "It looks freezing out there, though; maybe I'll leave you to sleep while I check it out first", he added while guiding the Clifford-class Freighter down to land.
From further back in the cockpit, Chip gave an excited whirl, causing Balun to glance back over his shoulder in surprise; "You've been here before? Your old Master again, I'm guessing," Balun assumed. The BB-Model Astromech hadn't revealed much about its former owner, only that he had once been a Jedi Master. Balun had tried to learn more, but the droid kept tight-lipped on that particular subject, a far cry from its usual chatty nature. "Well then, I guess you're coming along. I could use the help," he decided, moving to rise from the pilot's seat, flicking back the last of the controls so that the Freighter could wind down before he left.
Wrapping his robe around him, Balun crossed his arms over his torso as he strode down the loading ramp and into the freezing winds of Midvinters open air. The first thing he noticed was a shocking lack of technology; it wasn't entirely absent, but it was also akin to what Balun imagined life might have been thousands of years ago. The design of the buildings around him and the use of torches lighting the streets was both incredible and yet also completely unheard of.
"Where the hell have we landed?" he said aloud, rhetorically despite Chip giving a whistle and instructing Balun to follow the little droid. "Alright then...-Lead on," Balun resigned, his eyes on their newfound surroundings and not really wanting to know where the droid would take him. They had arrived back in the stone ages and the shock was going to take a long time to adjust to.