Space Is Dark...Just How I Like It.

[Jake Sorin]

((We're meeting up at another space port before we head to the abandoned ship/port.))

A spaceport was where Jake sat.

Why was he there, the answer...he had no clue.

He wore his leather jacket and black boots.

He sat on a chair watching the many people walk around or get off a transport.

"Pft....losers" He said while watching two other teens repair a ship.

The emo boy looked to the side, there were many empty seats.

[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Nomad Crimson"]

[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael had just gotten off from a very rough day bounty hunting he was in no mood for games so when he saw [member="Jake Sorin"] giving him the stink eye he was less than amused "Hey kid what you looking at"

 

[Noamd]

Nomad was piloting 'The Final Voyage', he was low on fuel and had to dock within the next few minutes.

He docked into an almost abandoned Spaceport 'Where is every one?' he though to himself, not that he cared it was just... unsettling that he was the only organic there.

He lay across a long line of padded seats staring at the roof, trying to ignore all the droids watching him.

[member="Jake Sorin"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="LLP-850"]
[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]

 

[Jake Sorin]

Thanks^

 

[Noamd]

((For what?))

 

[Nyxie]

Indescript spaceport. It was not long before where Kurah had just finished her dealings with the Hrosha-Gul after discovering that they had left the once-Horde in turn for the One Sith. For her, this posed as both a convenience and a nuisance, as she could now pursue two goals in one organization at the cost of the zealotry once owed to her now lost. Such was the price to pay for power - she'd prove all the wiser.
Kurah's custom Firebird armed with Oberon VP-CBC's from former Horde suppliers had suddenly zoomed into port, quickly decelerating to a standstill upon one of its many dry dock platforms. The canopy slowly opened, and from within levitated out the dark angel Sith, clad in her gold-trim glistaweb regalia and ankle-long silken white hair as always. Her beauty, even despite the bio-tech augmentations, was unrivaled by all but the most heavenly creatures in the universe, for she was a Diathim foremost to a descendant of Yun-Yuuzhan. Her skin was radiant and golden, her eyelids jet-blackened, and even the horns atop her head glistened like the finest ivory.
White-backed fiery eyes suddenly laid upon [member="Jake Sorin"]'s own; her stare, monotonous and enigmatic. She slowly, without footsteps, left the confines of the vessel to make way down the path to the inner body of the port.

[member="Nomad Crimson"], [member="Michael Steelfang"]​

 

[Jake Sorin]

Jake looked to the man.

"Dork." He said. "Have a seat."



When a WWhie-black eyed woman appeared he smiled, though her stare to him was cold.

"I'm Jake...Jake Sorin." He said to them all.



[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Nomad Crimson"]
[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]

 

[Noamd]

((I was on a different space station))
[member="Jake Sorin"]