[member="Nara Basaar"]
Naboo. Back home.
Or, back to his second home really.
He had heard that his Father had returned to the Galactic Republic. Probably had some business there, or he wanted to do... Whatever it was he did there. Force knew he had no more reason to stay in the Republic after Tython was lost. There was a shrug of his pained shoulders, as he walked the streets of Naboo.
A while ago he had suffered a wound squaring off against the unsavoury sort. Hardly the way of the Jedi and all that, but it was the way of necessity, he knew. He wiped blood off of his face to the point that it looked to be staining the back of his dark skinned hand, and then to the badly wrapped wounds along his forearm. Akk Dogs too. They had employed wild animals. Bounty Hunters, and not even the honourable kind.
Was there an honourable kind of Bounty Hunters?
Aerion Ivelisse was certainly regretting his choice of coming back to Naboo these last few days.
Through the streets he went, hardly paying attention to where he was going. Young Ivelisse may have been suffering from blood loss, but he walked as he normally might. Confidently, as if he had no cares in the world, and strutting around like that required energy. Energy that he was possibly losing quickly from his arm. He had already felt the wounds on his back open up a while ago, and that had caused a slowing of his movements unfortunately.
Where am I?
I don't think I've been here yet.
