Prophet of Bogan
"Yes set it down right there. Gently. It's very delicate." Darth Strosius watched the pair of workers slowly set down the crate with a hidden yet ever skeptical gaze. He knew He should have waited for some of His own forces to arrive before He went about arranging this little workshop, these Subterrel staff had little in the way of caution and respect for their equipment. Normally the auxiliary parts of the Tsis'Kaar had little issue with following directions but it seemed the crew today were rather obtuse. "That will do, carry on and thank you for your assistance." He waved off the workers and sighed in exasperation the moment they were gone.
He dearly missed His old workshop on Formos, this temporary one was far less outfitted than he'd like but it was a start. Something to hold Him over until a more permanent base of operations could be established, even if it did mean constantly brushing elbows with Malum's lackeys as a result. Darth Strosius quickly set to work unpacking the crate and arranging the contents within on one of the tables. The room was once a sort of spare storage area for tools back during the planet's mining days but with the Tsis'Kaar occupation the whole facility had been rearranged into a more suitable outpost.
:"Darth Strosius, we have an arrival. Shall I send her your way?": He paused as His comlink flickered to life, setting down the flask that He had been sorting and tapping the side of His helmet to respond. She was early, a good quality to have He supposed. Even if it did leave Him somewhat underprepared. :"Yes direct her here if you would please, thank you.": He glanced at the rest of the unpacked items and shrugged as He got back to arranging the tools and components at the workstation.
Eira Dyn
He dearly missed His old workshop on Formos, this temporary one was far less outfitted than he'd like but it was a start. Something to hold Him over until a more permanent base of operations could be established, even if it did mean constantly brushing elbows with Malum's lackeys as a result. Darth Strosius quickly set to work unpacking the crate and arranging the contents within on one of the tables. The room was once a sort of spare storage area for tools back during the planet's mining days but with the Tsis'Kaar occupation the whole facility had been rearranged into a more suitable outpost.
:"Darth Strosius, we have an arrival. Shall I send her your way?": He paused as His comlink flickered to life, setting down the flask that He had been sorting and tapping the side of His helmet to respond. She was early, a good quality to have He supposed. Even if it did leave Him somewhat underprepared. :"Yes direct her here if you would please, thank you.": He glanced at the rest of the unpacked items and shrugged as He got back to arranging the tools and components at the workstation.
