Darth Ultiria was being taken in a shuttle to the large planet of Onderon. It was famed for it's peoples' rebellious attitudes and civil wars, and it's main moon, Dxun, was famous as a temple to the Dark Side and the site where the Mandalorian Wars began.
She landed in the capital city of Iziz and began to walk, exploring the locals, their reactions to seeing an armed Sith in their city, and what was on offer around the place. Everything she noted down for examination.
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The market square was full of activity. Traders shouted and buyers haggled, more often then not a fight would break out and lecherous men leered at her and coughed out drunked pick up lines. She ignored them, only making more notes. It appeared the situation was more dire than she had thought, since Darth Celestial was no longer in charge it had deteriorated greatly.
There were hundreds of beggars, most she guessed were old soldiers, lining the streets. People stood on whatever they could and preached their political party's views to anyone who would listen. As she headed to high ground, it appeared that Onderon was not the safest place to be. Soldiers were everywhere, masked and menecing. She was stopped many times as she passed the Sky Ramp, and only her status as a Sith Mage got her through the checkpoints.
