Darben Skirae
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Darben Skirae, under the suggestion of [member="Lady Kay"] had been picked for a diplomatic mission, so was being sent to visit the system of Alderaan. It unnerved him that he would be out there again, in space. Away from the ground, even if it were for a moment. He had just boarded a civilian commercial transport, not one for all the fancy ships some emissaries took, with Mute right behind him when he started having second thoughts.
He pushed them aside, then sent a message out to the one he was to be meeting through his datapad, [member="Faith Organa"]. He had done some searching of his own into her background, surprised he would be meeting a person in a position of nobility. He knew Alderaan had noble families, he had just never met any of them. Darben had tried his best to clean himself up, although he ended up with his usual nerf-hide brown jacket and black pants, and a bit of rough looking hair. And Mute with her dresses, this time an aqua blue. "Let's hope they aren't too favorable of appearances" he muttered to himself as the transport lurched into hyperspace.
He pushed them aside, then sent a message out to the one he was to be meeting through his datapad, [member="Faith Organa"]. He had done some searching of his own into her background, surprised he would be meeting a person in a position of nobility. He knew Alderaan had noble families, he had just never met any of them. Darben had tried his best to clean himself up, although he ended up with his usual nerf-hide brown jacket and black pants, and a bit of rough looking hair. And Mute with her dresses, this time an aqua blue. "Let's hope they aren't too favorable of appearances" he muttered to himself as the transport lurched into hyperspace.