[right][b][color=green]Keldabe City // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector[/color][/b][/right]

The city teemed with life and jubilant celebrations. Young Imperials ran around the streets, many enjoying their first dose of alcohol on a world with more relaxed rules. Rorwoorr watched as a group of highly intoxicated youths attempted to act sober as an officer passed. The act quickly fell through, the Youths were reprimanded and ordered to report back to their ship. The aging Wookiee chuckled to himself as he saw a group of Imperials dart into what was clearly some form of pub or club titled only [i]L4s Place[/i]. They may have done so to avoid the officer, but Rorwoorr doubted that they would cease their drinking now. Kaura looked at Rorwoorr with a quizzical look on her face. 

[color=green][No matter the people, it seems that youth always embraces some form of rule breaking.][/color]

A group hailing from the Corellian Hegemony walked past, led by a smug-looking individual sporting red bloodstripes. Walking backwards as he regaled his cohorts on his tales of heroism and bravery he walked squarely into the over six-foot-tall Wookiee. He turned on his heel, ready to fight, ready to shout and tear down [i]whoever[/i] dared to challenge him. [i]"[b]Hey![/b] Watch where you're-"[/i] The colour drained from the Corellians face as he realised that the subject too his rage was a Wookiee.

His eyes darted to the lightsaber at the end of Rorwoorrs staff. Not just a Wookiee, but a Wookiee [i]Jedi[/i]. He flustered for a second or two, unsure of what to say. What possible excuse or reason he could give in order to resolve this situation, most importantly in a way that would allow him to save face with his gang.

Rorwoorr merely laughed, and he slapped the young man on the shoulder, he stumbled with the shock of the hit and winced slightly. Rorwoorr had put [i]just[/i] enough force behind it to throw him off balance. [color=green][It is okay friend. The streets are crowded today.][/color]

The Corellian just looked between Rorwoorr and Kaura with a look of confusion on his face, before Kaura finally chimed in. [color=yellow]"You're good, but you better scram. He says he's hungry."[/color] Without any further motivation the group quickly moved on, as Rorwoorr cast a look of disapproval on his apprentice.

[color=yellow]"What? They're a bunch of jerks."[/color]

[color=green][That doesn't mean-][/color]

[color=yellow]"Oh lighten up Master. It's just some lighthearted fun."[/color]

As they continued to walk something began to gnaw at Rorwoorr. An uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He smiled at his apprentice as he could feel her probing at the edges of his mind. [color=yellow]"Everything okay Master?"[/color]

[color=green][Yes. Just remembering something I have to do.][/color] The two of them looked up as two fighters raced overhead inbetween the cacaphony of buildings. [color=green][Perhaps while I take care of this, you can go watch the races?][/color] He raised his hand as she went to argue. [color=green][It won't take long, don't worry.][/color] 

She nodded and left, albeit reluctantly. Rorwoorr watched her leave until he finally closed his eyes and pulled in on his senses. Sounds and smells dulled as he focused in on the disturbance that called to him. It was a warning. No. That wasn't right, it was definitely a call. It pulled at him, a call for help? He focused on it. Felt its tendrils surround him in the Force and nodded to himself. A call for help then. Opening his eyes he didn't drop the sensation, and allowed it to guide him through the streets and markets. It took him gradually farther and farther away from the centre of the city and the bustling port district. The air quality suffered slightly, he could taste the pollution. It was nothing compared to the pollution on other worlds, but it was noticable to the Wookiee.

Here the plants grew in the crags and gaps of the ferrocrete and plasteel of civilisation. It wasn't purposeful, it was nature trying to find a place amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. They didn't have a home, so they made one for themselves. Eventually he came to a run down looking building, a big red sign on the door read [b][color=red]CLOSED[/color][/b]. A sales notice hung lazily below it. Windows broken and boarded up. 

Rorwoorr walked up to the door and placed his hand on it, he could feel the sickness and the pain that lingered within. Hesitating no longer he pushed the door, it resisted momentarily before it gave way to him.