RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
[member="Slate Estrada"]
Soulfire sat in the captains cabin of The Crimson Pearl. It was his signature vessel, the flagship of his now new and budding fleet. The Blazing chains had recently reformed and put out a call for new developers of weapons and armor.
One such man had answered that call. Slate Estrada.
Normally he would not invite outsiders to the fleet, but they had jumped to a neutral location, just clear of Republic space and sent a transmission requesting his presence. He sat with a glass of whisky in his hand, the soft red and purple lights of the plush room illuminating the rare redwood table and luxurious drapes.
Soulfire sat in the captains cabin of The Crimson Pearl. It was his signature vessel, the flagship of his now new and budding fleet. The Blazing chains had recently reformed and put out a call for new developers of weapons and armor.
One such man had answered that call. Slate Estrada.
Normally he would not invite outsiders to the fleet, but they had jumped to a neutral location, just clear of Republic space and sent a transmission requesting his presence. He sat with a glass of whisky in his hand, the soft red and purple lights of the plush room illuminating the rare redwood table and luxurious drapes.