>>5535391>>5535392>>5535396>>5535397>>5535400>>Lapa Spaceport, Rion>>Kessel Sector, Outer Rim (T-10)Much to the relief of the Kakarit veterans, Rion’s biomes favor rainforests rather than jungles. The planet’s orbital position affords it an eternal summer, with only dry and wet variations that bring the odd hurricane every few years. Most of the planet remains largely untamed, with infrastructure and development focused around the equator.
With the war finally winding down, tourism has picked up. The spaceport is busy with vacationers of all species, coming from across the sector and beyond to blow off three years’ worth of steam and anxiety. Whether or not someone fought on one side of the war is irrelevant to the natives – those kinds of questions led to less traffic, and less taxable revenue collected by the planetary government.
But beyond offering its services as a resort planet, Rion is also a breadbasket. The planet exports exotic fruit, wheats and grain, and fish by the metric ton all across the Mid and Outer Rim. On the way down from high orbit, the <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span> identifies no less than two dozen cargo haulers emblazoned with foodstuffs companies that work prolifically in the area.
You get clearance and permission to land the ship on one of the dozens of berths within Lapa Spaceport. A berthing fee is collected no differently than on Coruscant or any other planet, but you notice that port authority doesn’t ask for anything else beyond the name of the ship and its model. If they noticed the fudged name and serials, they make no mention of it.
Much to both your and Ceyla’s amusement, Suzel doesn’t immediately leap out the cockpit, sprint down the landing bay and kiss the ground. He takes his time, stretching and basking in the warm, rays of the overhead sun. The nagai sighs contently, a smile as wide as a dinner plate gracing his lips.
“…we aren’t staying any longer than we need to,” you call.
“Which is why I gotta make the most out of it,” the scout counters with a grin. With a blanket under his arm, and clad only in a pair of shorts and sandals, the nagai climbs up to the roof of the ship, and spreads a blanket right beneath the dorsal turret. “Gonna soak up the sun, work on my tan, and put all bad thoughts of the last few planets behind me.”
…not an entirely bad plan.
“He has grey-blue skin,” whispers Ceyla, “Can he even tan?”
“I think he’ll blue, but that’s about it,” you guess, then raise your voice to the reclining pilot: “Ceyla and I are heading into the city. You want or need anything?”
“I’m good, boss, but thanks for asking!” he calls back, “Elba and I figure we’ll tag out with you and Cey when you get back.”
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