The fighting force of the Confederacy deserved a break. Of that there could be no doubts: and maybe the ocean world of Bestive IV would provide that well deserved break.
The planet was immensely blue, probably the most amount of blue this side of the Galaxy it seemed. A rolling tide of blue oceans with meager dots of green, as if they were trespassers on this great expanse of ocean. The oceans of Bestine were the main attraction of the world these days, somewhere to just relax, to forget the ills of the world alongside sandy beaches with a glass of Juma Juice in hand.
A modest island had come to serve as the meeting point for the Confederates: bars and cantinas abundant, small and quaint shops lined the streets which had quickly come to bustle with greater activity: the everpresent sight of the beach all but inescapable, glimmering waves that reflected the sunlight visible no matter where you looked. From the lowest cantina to the highest penthouse: some called the ocean calming, it’s unchanging tides uncaring of the wars and battles wrought throughout. It merely persisted, a gift given to the island that had grown dared to grow amidst it’s eternal dominance: the symphony of crashing waves was always present on the little island, sometimes drowned out, but always there.
If such an idea sounded too good to be true for the tired forces of the Confederacy, you were not wrong.
A soldier dead in his room, a loss that could easily be passed off a mere unfortunate accident. Unfortunate, but not long after another appeared. Their death far from grizzly than the last, some sort of blade as the tool of murder. Murder had decided to come to the quaint little island: and so the Galaxy decided to stick to the Confederates about what it did when just tried to enjoy themselves.
Well. Whoever actually cared about the darker happenings in this little island paradise.
A handful of individuals have been sent back to work: the news of the murders coming to their ears and the task of investigating and eliminating the threat falling into their laps during this “vacation”. The inner city of the island seems to be where this assassin (or assassins) have set themselves up. Go, find them, and make them pay for their crimes.
In a rare opportunity it would seem that for once someone isn’t trying to kill the tired warriors of the Confederacy (at least, so it would seem): and obviously that means it’s time to kick back, relax, enjoy the beach. And maybe make regrettable decisions after a few too many trips to the Cantina. Bestive IV has much it can offer to the Confederate tourists.
There’s a lot more in the sea than just a bunch of drunkards on a beach and murder mysteries. The planet of Bestine has much to offer.
Edited by Eternal Might, 04 March 2019 - 05:46 PM.