Silver Guardian
Kei was in a bar, again. This was not him, but recently he’d found himself in a string of bars. Dropping his black tactical pack under his table to join another huge rucksack that was already there, he put his feet on top of it, resting his blaster carbine Kira to one side, only his saber unity remained across his black belted hip.
“I’ll take a clang juice,” No more Corellian whiskey after his meeting catching up with Vulpesen, that man could drink, like [member="Fyor Nayus"].
Sitting back to the wall in the corner, eyes on everything, his natural position to keep alert. As always the large Epicanthx was in forest green fatigues and black boots, now with a brown t-shirt underneath. He looked stressed after his time in the nether, but his face seemed hardened to it. A line of stubble as usual framing his jaw, rough around the edges. Since coming back with Nima, he’d not fallen in to his quarters yet, and all his kit was here. Fallen in, he chuckled, not in the army now Kei!
“I’ll take a clang juice,” No more Corellian whiskey after his meeting catching up with Vulpesen, that man could drink, like [member="Fyor Nayus"].
Sitting back to the wall in the corner, eyes on everything, his natural position to keep alert. As always the large Epicanthx was in forest green fatigues and black boots, now with a brown t-shirt underneath. He looked stressed after his time in the nether, but his face seemed hardened to it. A line of stubble as usual framing his jaw, rough around the edges. Since coming back with Nima, he’d not fallen in to his quarters yet, and all his kit was here. Fallen in, he chuckled, not in the army now Kei!