Xerek
Character
Xerek tapped her fingers as she flew the bonegnawer towards its destination. Hopefuly wasn't entirely the right word for it, in truth, she doubted what she had heard would result in her freedom from this duraplast prison. However, if it stood any potential, she had to give it a test. She has credits yes, but not remotely enough to be sure that she could get what she was asking for. An entire, functional, body that she could have her brain transplanted in. That, and she had to have it test run before she dared risk herself for it. And of course the matter of the operation itself no doubt being costly, as would the time of work for anyone who was even capable of preforming it to the necessary level.
But, she had over 100 years of life, not that that was old for her race, and was quite capable at a number of tasks. So while she was far from capable of preforming what she needed herself, she could aid in some aspect on research perhaps. Or perhaps help should he need any more combative needs. It wasn't a big location she was heading to, but that was fine. The more open it was, the less risk there was too her. She worked with the docks to get her ship down. Before heading out, she strapped a vsf-jackal to her side and set up her most common artificial projected appearance, that of a chiss woman with a cybernetic right hand to sway attention away from its feeling if she shook hands.
Of course, he'd find out what she was. It was kind of a necessity. But she didn't care for everyone around her to know. She kept her eyes out, though she'd evaded the risk of getting caught by any authorities on her...ventures. She wasn't exactly going to just let herself be off guard. You become always on guard when living around smugglers, thief's, and killers. She began to search the local Dexters to see if she could see the man she was trying to find, she hoped he had actually come here. Otherwise it was going to be a load of extra work to figure out another way to meet with him.
Taji Nelson
But, she had over 100 years of life, not that that was old for her race, and was quite capable at a number of tasks. So while she was far from capable of preforming what she needed herself, she could aid in some aspect on research perhaps. Or perhaps help should he need any more combative needs. It wasn't a big location she was heading to, but that was fine. The more open it was, the less risk there was too her. She worked with the docks to get her ship down. Before heading out, she strapped a vsf-jackal to her side and set up her most common artificial projected appearance, that of a chiss woman with a cybernetic right hand to sway attention away from its feeling if she shook hands.
Of course, he'd find out what she was. It was kind of a necessity. But she didn't care for everyone around her to know. She kept her eyes out, though she'd evaded the risk of getting caught by any authorities on her...ventures. She wasn't exactly going to just let herself be off guard. You become always on guard when living around smugglers, thief's, and killers. She began to search the local Dexters to see if she could see the man she was trying to find, she hoped he had actually come here. Otherwise it was going to be a load of extra work to figure out another way to meet with him.
Taji Nelson