The arrival
With his eyes closed, Dominic rested, it was strange for different around him, the smell of grease and iron was strong, the sound of the freighter’s machinery, everything had an insane noise, but in his mind it was just silence.
“Master…I…survived…’”
His mind went dark as the sounds of constant knocking made him see the figure that had once ended his future, one more beat, one more and another… and Dominic would wake up, he was the chief of cargo.
“Hey Boy, we’re here…”
Said the ugnaught, in his husky voice tapping his tool on the door, Dominic looked at him and stood up, carrying only a few rags and with a cloak over what was the armor he had found, he used it a lot to rid himself of the dangers he faced. on his survival trips, the trip that took him to that place, he would approach the ship’s window, and he could see.
Dominic stared at the planet, wondering what would become of him now, one of the reasons he came here was to keep running.
" Don’t be fooled too much boy…this planet isn’t all that. Let’s go to the arrivals hall… "
Said the porcine mentioning the view of the planet, it was quite beautiful so to speak, Dominic watched the same from the window, and silently walked away, uncertain… but before leaving he had a feeling, looked back to the planet, and if he felt afraid, for years, that he no longer connected with the force, in fact, since that fateful day for him.
The ship finally landed at the Veles facility, where he was his first contact, taking some time to get to know the place before even descending the planet, he ended up helping with problems with defective droids and creatures that sneak around, which nearly killed him. it was having to face a strange creature, he got the datapad from one of the bodies, and finally he was able to complete a mission he hadn’t even accepted.
Finally now on the planet, being able to explore, the first city of his contact was Veles, the smell of machinery and certain places with rubbish and grease was what he could describe from the city he was watching, seeing Czerka active there made his stomach churn, it wasn’t much in favor of this slavery group.
"Slag… "
He was thinking to himself, wrinkling his nose at the Czerka, one of the soldiers was staring at him, but he didn’t want trouble, or even to draw attention, so just ignored him and continuing on his way.
Before he even made his way to Viscara, he had heard rumors about the Jedi’s and Sith staying in the area, which made him reluctant to go there, but he didn’t have much choice, was it that or having to keep turning aboard. clandestine ships and living as an assistant employee far too often, even working as a mercenary several times.
After seeing the city, he made his way outside, getting to know some residents, Qyllisc along with another of his race was one of his first contacts, could see he was something of an initiate to the Jedi, but he refused to talk a lot about the subject, had long since closed to these questions. His goal was just to keep surviving.
