His next stop was Tranquility. Much more suitable to his tastes, it was covered in woodland as far as the eye could see. There were buildings embedded into trees big enough to make a Wroshyr look average by comparison. Bears walked the streets here, and if you ventured off the path you could find all manner of flora and fauna. He inquired at some point about hunting, and was more or less told to just help himself. Some strangely helpful locals even sold him some basic supplies. He made a mental note to check if any of the gear was defective before using it.
Hardwire made his way out into the more secluded wilderness and felt himself starting to relax. As he followed tracks and droppings, he figured out where to put down his traps over the course of an hour. And he moved on, reminding himself to come back later and check them. He kept on until he came up to a small lake. Wide-open sight line, minimal brush for anyone to hide in, and plenty of room for him to fish. Baiting the hook and striding up to the lake’s edge, he tossed it out and sat himself down. For the first time since waking up here, he let himself relax. Hunting and fishing was one of the only times he could unwind on Kashyyk. Imperials rarely ventured into his usual hunting routes, so he was always able to be by himself, free of the paranoia.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t Kashyyk. So he was only able to relax so much. Every few minutes, he kept scanning for potential threats. Nothing ever came. Still he kept searching, and very nearly missed it when he got a bite. Halfway through reeling it in he spotted someone on the horizon. Hardwire blinked a few times to be sure it wasn’t his anxiety playing tricks on him, but there was definitely someone out walking along the treeline. Whoever they were, the strangers was headed in his general direction. They hadn’t made eye contact, so he had a decision to make.
His first instinct was to run. Drop the fishing pole, ditch his traps, and make for town. But as the stranger drew closer, he began to make out their face. “Impossible.” The words came out of his mouth, but he didn’t recall making the motions to form them. Coming down from the treeline was a person that looked exactly like how he did back during the... clone wars. Again he got that instinct to run, but this time he forced himself to think. The Empire had stopped cloning from Jango’s template, and this clone was far too young to be one of Vader’s 501st. So he was safe, mostly.
He still couldn’t stop himself from standing around like a deer in the headlights and saying (a little too loudly): “What the fuck?”
