Zambrano the Starweird
The Black Prophet of Balagoth
[member="Xilo Gale"] (OOC: I apologize for my lesser infrequent posting, I hope to rectify this for you! Still enjoyable I hope?)
"On the point of Uvek Tar, he typically resides deep within the Compound here, where his experiments take place behind closed doors. You may find it difficult to actually reach him, however. On the point of tech specialists, there are a number of them classified as such all throughout the settlement. Allow me to make you a list of the top five locations. Do you have a datapad for me to input this data to?" The protocol droid said.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the compound Uvek Tar awakens from his rest. He hadn't actually been sleeping of course, but he was in a deep almost meditative state of tranquil meditation over a course of several hours. The Dalek-Killers however were beginning to gurgle their acid saliva in hunger, and his dart shooter too would need to be fed... along with the other incessant animals locked away in their cages, and his gardens would need trimming and watering.
Today seemed to be just another boring ordinary day in this awful compound. At least he had this undisturbed sanctuary, within the security of the underground, and veterans watching the entrances.
He did not like visitors, after all.
"On the point of Uvek Tar, he typically resides deep within the Compound here, where his experiments take place behind closed doors. You may find it difficult to actually reach him, however. On the point of tech specialists, there are a number of them classified as such all throughout the settlement. Allow me to make you a list of the top five locations. Do you have a datapad for me to input this data to?" The protocol droid said.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the compound Uvek Tar awakens from his rest. He hadn't actually been sleeping of course, but he was in a deep almost meditative state of tranquil meditation over a course of several hours. The Dalek-Killers however were beginning to gurgle their acid saliva in hunger, and his dart shooter too would need to be fed... along with the other incessant animals locked away in their cages, and his gardens would need trimming and watering.
Today seemed to be just another boring ordinary day in this awful compound. At least he had this undisturbed sanctuary, within the security of the underground, and veterans watching the entrances.
He did not like visitors, after all.