Ijuta
From an aerial view, Ijuta looked small, comparable to the size of one of Topan’s cities. But as he came closer, he realized just how large it really was. Hundreds of shops spread across acres and acres of grass, with people from many different races and classes scurrying about. As he eyed the business, he began the landing cycle in one of the docking bays somewhere close to the center of the city.
After landing and shutting the engine down, he hopped out of the ship and looked around. A man of fair stature and height walked over to him.
“That’ll be twenty spires for an unscheduled docking. Full maintenance and refueling are included.”
Corik couldn’t believe the price they charged, but he forked over money. Luckily he always kept some of his cash in his pocket, or it would have all been left in the rubble of his old home. He would soon have some money though once he sold the ship, hopefully enough to gamble his way off the planet with something a bit bigger.
As he stepped outside, the busy streets became more than interesting, but rather a distraction. He had trouble locating anything with all the people around. Above the heads of the crowd, he could see signs for three different buildings.
One of them was a cantina, a bar for all different types, but generally for the rougher crowd. He was sure he could find some gamblers in there, and perhaps someone interested in his ship.
The second was a machine shop, a place that sold all sorts of mechanized parts, from droids to ships to moisture vaporaters. The owner would surely be interested in buying the ship, for he could scrap every piece of it and sell all the parts individually for a bundle more. He may also have a ship or two stored in the back for all Corik knew.
The third was an inn. There he could perhaps find some stranded creatures looking for a good deal on a set of wings to get them off the planet. Or perhaps he could ask the innkeeper for some advice on where to be looking.
Corik figured he’d start with one of them. Which one? he asked himself.