Fondor

Ownership: Jedi Order
Income Per Week: 4,000 Credits

Status: Owned

Just outside the make-shift shelter, Fissk stands looking down upon a valley.
As the rain beats off his helmet he decides to go back inside. The search continues for both him and the goods, but luckily the Order hasn't got a clue as to where he has hidden. Fissk pulls out a scanning device and attempts to locate his star ship once again, 'It must be within this area', he points to a small sector of the screen protected by a frequency jammer. Fissk takes note as to its position and settles in the corner of his lean-to. Perhaps tomorrow he will try and get a clearer signal, and venture out of his hiding spot.

The warm sun beats down on the back of Fissk's neck, the air is filled with a ton of noises: the soft breeze, a hidden cicada bug
crickets, a small stream flowing, a mammal climbing in the trees, a twig snaps, a bird flies over head, the rough sound of boots crushing foliage, and the electronic bleeping noise of Fissk's direction mapper.

Heading toward where he believes his star ship is hidden,Fissk treads through the dense overgrowth. Fondor used to be almost completely industrialized, but now parts of it are grown over with thick grass and trees. Some parts of the forest however still have old ruins of factories and buildings; here is where Fissk takes his break, in a broken down ammunition's depot. He takes cover under whats left of the roof as a search party zooms through the sky.
'They still haven't found me..' he thinks to himself..'but they are getting closer, I should watch my step the ground forces can't be far off'. In a few hours he will have reached his destination. Hopefully it will be the right place.

Shutting off the direction mapper, Fissk crawls up to the edge of a steep slope onlooking a large flat building.
'This is it' he says to himself. Fissk does a quick scan of the area to check for people of the Order, and then heads down the hill.