Silver Guardian
Circarpous sector
Mimban
Kei had put in a call to an old war buddy, now he was back from the dead, the least he could do was buy the man a drink. Stuck in the netherworld for how long? Too long. Shuttled down from his old interdictor cruiser, the beacon was a mess, it had been shot up and it was obvious they wouldn’t be able to crew it for much longer. Wherever [member="Vulpesen"] had been, Kei had been fighting every single day just like the last time they were together.
Where was he now? For once, and only for once, Kei was in a bar. Strong Corellian whiskey in front of him, one bottle, two glasses. Green fatigues, black t-shirt, and thick black boots, he didn’t look more than a few months older than his old friend would remember. For Kei very little time had passed in the netherworld, but each day had been a literal fight to stay alive for him and his crew. Kira his modified carbine was propped up by his chair, and unity his focused saber was clipped to his hip, backpack somewhere underneath his feet, which rested up waiting for an old friend. As always light stubble ran across his chin, and he had his back to the bar, so he could keep his eyes forward.
The bar wasn’t much, more like an outside shack with an overhang, a few outside tables and a couple of locals talking about nothing in particular. You didn’t get many people coming to Mimban’s more remote areas, it was largely unexplored, and a good hiding place if you needed it. Overhead turbulent atmosphere could break energy storms over the jungle planet at any time, moisture was thick in the air, but for now at least few clouds were overhead.
[member="Vulpesen"]
Mimban
Kei had put in a call to an old war buddy, now he was back from the dead, the least he could do was buy the man a drink. Stuck in the netherworld for how long? Too long. Shuttled down from his old interdictor cruiser, the beacon was a mess, it had been shot up and it was obvious they wouldn’t be able to crew it for much longer. Wherever [member="Vulpesen"] had been, Kei had been fighting every single day just like the last time they were together.
Where was he now? For once, and only for once, Kei was in a bar. Strong Corellian whiskey in front of him, one bottle, two glasses. Green fatigues, black t-shirt, and thick black boots, he didn’t look more than a few months older than his old friend would remember. For Kei very little time had passed in the netherworld, but each day had been a literal fight to stay alive for him and his crew. Kira his modified carbine was propped up by his chair, and unity his focused saber was clipped to his hip, backpack somewhere underneath his feet, which rested up waiting for an old friend. As always light stubble ran across his chin, and he had his back to the bar, so he could keep his eyes forward.
The bar wasn’t much, more like an outside shack with an overhang, a few outside tables and a couple of locals talking about nothing in particular. You didn’t get many people coming to Mimban’s more remote areas, it was largely unexplored, and a good hiding place if you needed it. Overhead turbulent atmosphere could break energy storms over the jungle planet at any time, moisture was thick in the air, but for now at least few clouds were overhead.
[member="Vulpesen"]