Batuu is… complicated. It’s not like the other worlds. It doesn’t pretend to be cozy or familiar. It’s distant, dry, controlled but full of potential.
We haven’t moved in yet. Too many patrols, too many eyes. But we’re watching. Studying the rust on the outpost walls, the way the light hits the crates at sunset, the untold stories behind each stall.
When we touch Batuu, it won’t be to break the immersion. It’ll be to deepen it, to give texture to the silence between the blasters.
Until then: stay low. Keep your comms open.