Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Omen strode up to the Iyarsa Spire with a bunch of plans under his arms. He and
Raze Krayt
had worked out the kinks in his plasma power generators and he was finally had everything set up to present to the Quartermaster herself. Though this wouldn't come without opposition.
A Beskar armored guard stopped him at the entrance with an outstretched hand with the dull voice of someone who took his job a little too seriously. "Business?" Omen stated his purpose with the same amount of intent. "Omen Mereel. I have come to discuss infrastructure plans with the Quartermaster." The Guard nodded before looking at his datapad, frowning inside his helm when the name didn't come up on the Quartermaster's appointments. "I'm sorry but you aren't on the schedule..." The Clone's mouth would turn into a frown as he stomped his foot impatiently. "I scheduled with her secretary last week! Please tell me it didn't get lost in cyberspace..." Shifting into a defensive stance, the guard would hold his rifle across his chest. "Again I'm sorry but..." Omen angrily stopped in his tracks, lightning bolts from his gauntlets striking the pavement. "You will comm up the chain and get confirmation or so help me..." They were mostly empty threats but the ARC wasn't in the mood to wait around. He had been frozen 800 years, he wasn't about to stop trying for influence now.
The Quartermaster
Raze Krayt
had worked out the kinks in his plasma power generators and he was finally had everything set up to present to the Quartermaster herself. Though this wouldn't come without opposition.A Beskar armored guard stopped him at the entrance with an outstretched hand with the dull voice of someone who took his job a little too seriously. "Business?" Omen stated his purpose with the same amount of intent. "Omen Mereel. I have come to discuss infrastructure plans with the Quartermaster." The Guard nodded before looking at his datapad, frowning inside his helm when the name didn't come up on the Quartermaster's appointments. "I'm sorry but you aren't on the schedule..." The Clone's mouth would turn into a frown as he stomped his foot impatiently. "I scheduled with her secretary last week! Please tell me it didn't get lost in cyberspace..." Shifting into a defensive stance, the guard would hold his rifle across his chest. "Again I'm sorry but..." Omen angrily stopped in his tracks, lightning bolts from his gauntlets striking the pavement. "You will comm up the chain and get confirmation or so help me..." They were mostly empty threats but the ARC wasn't in the mood to wait around. He had been frozen 800 years, he wasn't about to stop trying for influence now.
The Quartermaster
