RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Voss
Objective: Join them Silvers son!
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The trip had been a long one. Sleepless nights spent adrift in the black, nothing but the engines keeping times as their core drives whirred in the darkness. Raze had only just completed studying all of his Fathers notes before he set off.
Every great legend needs its beginning, but this is not the beginning of his tale and he knew that. He was somewhere near the end. A happy afterthought to put the family drama to rest. First he'd establish himself and gain his footing in the brave new world of the Galaxy.
He had set down hours ago and now found himself in a cozy little room within the Silver customs area. They'd searched his vessel and stripped him down. He was clad only in his plain white t shirt, grease stains and dirt adorning. His trousers, wrinkled like crumpled paper and his beard unshaven.
Brown eyes peered from beneath heavy brows.
They showed him the room he'd be waiting in. A small area with a few plants and a fountain lining it. Within a simple wooden chair and table. He nodded, and they closed the door leaving him with his stuff.
He passed the time by organizing his equipment, reciting each tools usage and name as he set it down. A ritual that calmed him. Each item was laid out in front of him left to right.
Everything he owned.
Armor, Helmet, folded tattered travellers cloak. Then his Verpine Shatter Gun, His Sawed off Concussion rifle and his lightsaber. He sat palms flat on the table, watching the door. Who would come?
Objective: Join them Silvers son!
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The trip had been a long one. Sleepless nights spent adrift in the black, nothing but the engines keeping times as their core drives whirred in the darkness. Raze had only just completed studying all of his Fathers notes before he set off.
Every great legend needs its beginning, but this is not the beginning of his tale and he knew that. He was somewhere near the end. A happy afterthought to put the family drama to rest. First he'd establish himself and gain his footing in the brave new world of the Galaxy.
Then he'd track down his Siblings, Cousins and other kin one by one.
The Darkside would be eradicated from their family line. By his hand.
He had set down hours ago and now found himself in a cozy little room within the Silver customs area. They'd searched his vessel and stripped him down. He was clad only in his plain white t shirt, grease stains and dirt adorning. His trousers, wrinkled like crumpled paper and his beard unshaven.
Brown eyes peered from beneath heavy brows.
They showed him the room he'd be waiting in. A small area with a few plants and a fountain lining it. Within a simple wooden chair and table. He nodded, and they closed the door leaving him with his stuff.
I suspect they think I am some sort of spy...
He passed the time by organizing his equipment, reciting each tools usage and name as he set it down. A ritual that calmed him. Each item was laid out in front of him left to right.
Everything he owned.
Armor, Helmet, folded tattered travellers cloak. Then his Verpine Shatter Gun, His Sawed off Concussion rifle and his lightsaber. He sat palms flat on the table, watching the door. Who would come?