Rain. It almost always rains on Florinia, the small moon which orbited somewhat a little too close to Kamino. Who cares, any place that you can breathe, prosper, grow food, and make money is good enough. At least, that's what Dash Zamer thought. He had been on the rock for 3 weeks, to refuel and fix his ship, the North Star, a YT-2400 light freighter, he had, shall I say, received. After dealing with some personal business, he named it because when things didn't work in navigating where to go, he let it guide him. With the help of the Force that is. The Force, Dash cursed it, he has lost many things to it, his parents for harboarding his Jedi brother, who he also lost, now all he had left was, well nothing, except what was left of his brother's lightsaber. He wasn't present when it went down but he found the top half and the kyber crystal there, gleaming like his mothers eyes dark green, he had those eyes now he never wanted to see them again. But that was what, 19 years ago? Dash is 31 now, the North Star was the only home he had now, Corellas streets were nothing but depression and death, one run in with the wrong guy you're a goner. He had done some things and now here he was alone with nothing, in his thoughts, that's fine. Now all he did was keep a low profile, but he did feel like there was something he should do, but he ignored it, he had nothing. His fur was soaked, and his tail was drooping, he then chose to head in the bar, he mainly went there to drown the sorrows away.