Not a Hero
Alderaan
Three hours to sunset.
Valkren stood outside the doors of the 'Provence Grill,' a rather nice and exclusive restaurant deep within the city. The colonels' hands were shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He pulled one hand from his jacket, rubbing at the stubble on his chin that he had recently shaven. In the past few months his appearance had grown unruly due to the rapid amount of deployments. His presence in the field called for a more hardened look, a thicker beard and a stare that could pierce through any armor into the soul of his enemies. Yet, today as the night was preparing to come down upon them, he stood there actually presentable. He had cut his hair back once more, keeping it short and somewhat tight, while his beard had been trimmed down to a simple stubble so more of his facial features would be visible..Which including a couple of scars. The most prominent was what seemed to be a deep cut on his left cheek, a scar that might seem familiar to some..Mainly Arisa.
The Grandmaster was truly the reason he stood there outside of the doors to Provence Grill, looking about as respectable and put-together as he could possible make himself. Previously on Voss, Valkren had contacted Arisa with an offer to get a drink in one of the many Ranger-run bars in the militarized area of the Silver Campus..However his attempt to get a quiet drink was foiled by the amount of soldiers and comrades that happened to populate the bar that night. Even then, her attention was eventually taken away due to her need to care for one of the many padawans he had met during his time with the Silver Jedi.
He knew though the responsibilities that came with her title. She had done an incredible job with the Silver Jedi, and he owed her for quite a lot. More than he'd like to admit, honestly..
Nonetheless, due to a recent visit to Alderaan with the Silver Jedi's delegation, Valkren found an opportunity to ask her out for that drink and some food. Being on his home world, he still had a few contacts within the city to find a great table at one of the nicest restaurants around. Not to mention, that colonel's pay did come in handy.
The young officer stood there and waited, shivering slightly before adjusting his tie.
He had to admit to himself, he was nervous. Yet he did have a plan for the night, as he was looking forward to a hopefully nice and relaxing time.
[member="Arisa Yune"]
