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As the
transport landed, it shuddered when the craft's landing gear made contact with the deck, which was enough to wake a young, emerald-color dragon from his sleep. He looked out the window briefly, and then, as soon as the seat belt sign flashed off, he undid his seat belt, stood up, and headed for the exit everyone else was. Most people stayed out of the dragon's path - either because they saw his lightsabers, or because they judged him to be a Sith because of the black cloak. Either way, he didn't care. The dragon had done nothing but eat, sleep, and listen to music - aside from the odd in-flight movies, one of which he found amusing. Just before entering the New Colorado spaceport proper, he was tempted to don the hood of his cloak, before he saw the customs checkpoint, and felt it wise to not appear too intimidating.
Waiting in line, the dragon got a good look around the spaceport. Fancy, high-class... which was surprising for a place that was advertised to have affordable prices for everyone. This place must get a lot of business, then, for it to be able to afford aesthetics like this.
"Um... sir?" the customs officer in the booth in front of Mesmerin spoke, snapping his attention back. He didn't realize the tourist in front of him had already cleared. Mesmerin stepped forward and presented his passport. The officer looked it over, and smiled. "Well, you'd be the first from Tau Dewa to come here, sir - not to mention our first dragon tourist. Are you here for business or pleasure?"
"Does a vacation count as pleasure?" the dragon asked.
"Sure does," the officer answered. "How long do you plan to stay?"
"Just a couple weeks," the dragon answered. Clandestine, vague or otherwise false answers were not needed here. He came here to relax a bit... for what that's worth with things the way they were in the galaxy.
The officer nodded, and looked over the passport one last time. "Any concealed weapons I need to know about?" he asked. The dragon moved his cloak aside.
"Just my lightsabers," he said, feeling there was no need to tell the officer of his usual armaments stored in his gauntlets' transporter buffers.
The officer blinked a few times, but contrary to calling backup, he leaned out of his booth to call out a message to the girl in the one next to his. "Hey, Jane - you owe me a drink!" The dragon raised an eye ridge. The girl laughed, and the officer returned his attention to the dragon. "I knew a Jedi would come here sooner or later." He stamped an approval on the dragon's passport. "Welcome to New Colorado, mister Argent," he said as he handed the dragon's passport back to him.
The dragon accepted it with a smile. "Just Mesmerin, pal... just Mesmerin." He walked into the spaceport, heading for the concourse to see if there was anything significant to eat.