Dia was thankful to finally step out of the Ebon Hawk, taking a second to stretch her arms as she set foot on the moon's soil. The cramped quarters of the spacecraft reminded her far too much of the refugee camps back on Nar Shadaa and it made getting comfortable on the trip to Dxun both mentally and physically difficult for her. Her right hand came to rest on her rifle's shoulder strap as she stepped farther from the Ebon Hawk, taking a second to get familiar with the terrain in front of her. It felt like ages since she had walked on natural ground and looked upon vegetation. Dxun wasn't anything like her home of Dantooine and its sprawling grasslands but there was still some beauty to the jungle that Dia could appreciate.<br/><br/>But the eerie silence put her on edge and cut the trip down memory lane short. From the rumors that surrounded the Mandalorians, she expected a war zone, the Mandalorians fighting the Sith to the last man. "Either the Mandalorians are really good and we're too late or they're not what they're cracked up to be...and we're too late." Dia could only hope for the best, especially considering the group she was with so small. Secretly, though, she couldn't help but hope the fighting wasn't quite as over as it appeared. "Well, either way, we should find the Mandalorian outpost before it gets dark."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Here's my survival check. Might change my post or add more in a reply based on what I know, if anything. <br/><br/>Survival check: At 2014-03-21 07:17:09, EndofDivine (uid: 45153) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56171)</div></div>