Aldous Hofmann
Pilot, Welder, Troublemaker
[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Cross Ikon"]
Aldous had recently finished working for a Sith Lord who's name he'd since forgotten making powerful sections of armor for herself and her paramilitary group, on Coruscant of all blasted places. The encounter had left him feeling in a melancholy type of mood and he found himself longing for one of those corners of the universe where the force flowed like an unrestricted river. A system not cluttered with the industry that plagued the inner rim and core worlds. Somewhere he'd never been. As his Starship's computer randomly flicked through a list of potential designations fitting his criteria a system plopped into his view. The holographic image of Dathomir sat above his controls. Aldous had heard the rumors of witches and magic. Of towering trees that stood as proud and defiant as those of Kashyyyk, a world that refused "progress." The perfect place for someone of Aldous's disposition.
Aldous selected the appropriate course and allowed himself to sit back in his chair as the ship ran through it's own automated checklist and prepared to launch itself into hyperspace.
This last job had given him enough credits to live comfortably for a time, and he hoped to spend as much time as possible on the Rim. Finally able to be normal again.
Comfortable in environment and mind.
Aldous couldn't wait.
The stars became streaks as Aldous left the busy folk of Coruscant behind for greener pastures.
Aldous had recently finished working for a Sith Lord who's name he'd since forgotten making powerful sections of armor for herself and her paramilitary group, on Coruscant of all blasted places. The encounter had left him feeling in a melancholy type of mood and he found himself longing for one of those corners of the universe where the force flowed like an unrestricted river. A system not cluttered with the industry that plagued the inner rim and core worlds. Somewhere he'd never been. As his Starship's computer randomly flicked through a list of potential designations fitting his criteria a system plopped into his view. The holographic image of Dathomir sat above his controls. Aldous had heard the rumors of witches and magic. Of towering trees that stood as proud and defiant as those of Kashyyyk, a world that refused "progress." The perfect place for someone of Aldous's disposition.
Aldous selected the appropriate course and allowed himself to sit back in his chair as the ship ran through it's own automated checklist and prepared to launch itself into hyperspace.
This last job had given him enough credits to live comfortably for a time, and he hoped to spend as much time as possible on the Rim. Finally able to be normal again.
Comfortable in environment and mind.
Aldous couldn't wait.
The stars became streaks as Aldous left the busy folk of Coruscant behind for greener pastures.