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As Aroma was finishing her latest journal entry, she looked up just in time to see the bright streaks of stars dissipate from the window in her room, signaling that the ship had just dropped from hyperspace. After quickly wrapping up the entry, she stashed her datapad back into her bag and quickly left her room, scurrying through the halls of the CR90 until she reached the bridge.

[color=Crimson]”Keldabe ATC, this is CR90 Rocinante, requesting permission to enter Mandalorian airspace, over.”[/color]

[color=Orange]”Keldabe ATC to Rocinante, wait one… Keldabe welcomes you Corellians, please standby and follow your escort to the landing pad.”[/color]

Aroma stepped closer to the front of the bridge as the chatter went on, only speaking once she was sure that the pilot had secured their clearance to land.

[color=5bc098]”So this is Mandalore… It doesn’t look anything like the Mandalore I learned in the academy. It’s so much… greener… the drive yards look new as well.”[/color] She spoke softly, gazing at the planet in front of her and drinking in its various colors.

[color=Crimson]”That’s because they are, if I didn’t know any better I’d say they just took them from Kuat. I wouldn’t mention the greenery if I were you though, they might still be bitter and we don’t want to cause an incident.”[/color] The pilot responded candidly.

[color=5bc098]”Of course. I have to admit, this is both exciting and terrifying, it’s like I’m about to perform live for the first time again and we’re not even at the venue yet.”[/color] Her hands squeezed together as she imagined her upcoming performance, the butterflies in her stomach working up a storm inside of her while she fought to calm herself down.

[color=Crimson]”I mean no disrespect, but are these really the type of people that will enjoy your music? Let alone respect it? Knowing Mandalorians, their favorite song is probably just the largest piece of artillery they can find.”[/color] The pilot scoffed, earning quite the glare from Aroma.

[color=5bc098]”If I were you, sir, I wouldn’t mention how easily you give in to stereotypes, especially during a mission of peace like this. We wouldn’t want to cause an incident after all. Besides, the stereotypes tend to be ridiculous anyway, like the one where they never take off their helmets. It’s like saying every Corellian is a master shipwright, which, if you spent even just a moment at the academy, you’d know is preposterous.”[/color] She replied with a frown, only to be replaced with a small smile as a couple of Mandalorian fighters approached. [color=5bc098]”Ah, that must be our escort. If you’ll excuse me, I must gather my things for when we land.”[/color] She spoke, swiftly turning on her heel and leaving the bridge before the pilot could utter a response.

After returning to her room, Aroma diligently packed the last of her things back into her travel suitcase and bag, making sure to pocket a couple of her good luck charms for the show. She then sent a quick message to her grandfather about her arrival before the ship shuddered as it made landfall. Once she made sure she had everything she needed, Aroma made her way to the landing ramp and slowly descended, wondering who would be both meeting and escorting her around the Mandalorian capital.