Tirtus Vex
Mr. Blue Skies
Tritus stood in a hanger, having just landed in Mos Eisley. He had been to Tatooine a few times, training militia fighters in basic ship combat through the use of simulations. However this time, he was here for no reason at all. His ship had received a coded message, instructing him to go to that exact hanger and wait. What or who he was waiting for was unknown, but he, like many before him, had a bad feeling about this. Looking up at his clawcraft, he felt an inkling of sadness creep over him. It was the last piece of his life from when he work for the Chiss Ascendancy, and he had become somewhat attached to it, even if it wasn't the ship he wanted to be flying. But taking a Chiss warship wasn't exactly in the question at the time, so he'd made do with what he'd gotten. So he waited, patiently.
[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]