Davin Jusik
TIE Bomber LT- DREX
Trilan sat in the back of the unmarked Republic shuttle as it approached the near inhospitable surface of Geonosis. He had his sword, holo recorder, personal journal, survival equipment, and a few other useful gizmos on his person. The shuttle shook from light turbulence as it entered the atmosphere, buckling and shaking the interior of the shuttle. Trilan barely noticed, head in the last recorded report from Geonosis from it's government before the planet went dark, circa three hundred and eighty years ago.
A contingent of Republic agents had been sent with him to protect their investment since after all, his whole campaign to revive the past was funded from their coffers. Trilan didn't mind though, most of them seemed friendly enough and he could understand the precaution, besides, he didn't exactly let others know of his martial skills unless absolutely necessary so the Republic thought he needed the protection. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips.
A contingent of Republic agents had been sent with him to protect their investment since after all, his whole campaign to revive the past was funded from their coffers. Trilan didn't mind though, most of them seemed friendly enough and he could understand the precaution, besides, he didn't exactly let others know of his martial skills unless absolutely necessary so the Republic thought he needed the protection. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips.