Bankor

It was late when they finally touched down on Mandalore after their flight from Bankor space. Luth had been quiet, her mind looking over what had gotten her to this point, the many points where things could have turned before casting that off as unimportant. The past was gone, and no amount of thinking would change that.

So her mind turned to the future instead, a matter of habit. Planning a hit relied on considering and taking future possibilities into account. It played into the way she interacted with the Force on instinct. So there it hovered, on the uncertainty as she helped guide the shuttle down and prep for landing.

Baras had always been a difficult person to figure for her, so the future felt uncertain. What did he intend? He wouldn't have agreed if her proposal didn't slot into his plans somehow.

Mandalore was busy, the port was still under construction but it was seeing a steady flow of ships coming and going. The setting was rustic, despite the sophisticated port, the surrounding region was less developed with sporadic homesteads and prefabricated structures making up the bulk of the settlement.

One thing that stands out is the number of Imperial badges and soldiers she sees working alongside the Mandalorians and their people.

She glanced around with interest at the surroundings, curious. Eventually, she looked to Draagh. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see so much Imperial activity here. Is this just a supply stopover, or is there anything we need to do?"