Gulranor
Character
Darth Malum of House Marr
The landing procedure was not something the Gen'Dai possessed patience for. Flying was easy. Landing was easy. What was NOT EASY was the annoying air-traffic controller droid on Alvaria insisting they couldn't make a flight path to the strange hangar bay they had been invited to. It definitely annoyed the Gen'Dai, and Gulranor was slipping patience fast. As the droid rattled off something about protocol to verify landing codes ((which had been the seventieth time it repeated such)), the Gen'Dai merely calmly stated their next words.
Unfortunately, said calmness was not at all, in fact, actually calm, because of how horrifyingly bellicose their modulated tone was.
"LET. ME. LAND. YOU. STUPID. KRIFFING. DROID. IT HAS BEEN FIVE HOURS. FIVE. HOURS. YOU COULD NOT VERIFY A SPEEDER BIKE IF THE SPEEDER BIKE WAS DRIVEN BY EMPEROR WHATEVER-THEIR-NAME-IS OF THE FIFTEENTH OR HOWEVER MANY SITH ORDERS THAT IS DEFINITELY THE ONLY EXISTING ONE FOR THIS APPARENT SUCCESSOR TO THE SITH EMPIRE, KINGDOM, DUCHY, WHATEVER!"
After some muffled ((which just registered as LOUD grunting)) cursing, the Gen'Dai finally obtained landing rights. It took thirteen chronological minutes, but thirteen was still better than five hours. Landing in the Hangar Bay, the gloomy atmosphere was definitely not exactly unknown to the Gen'Dai, given their client was probably a Sith. Hefting up the Assault Cannon in one hand and the axe-Beskad in the other, the hulking alien merely queried to the thin air, seeing the lack of flurry of activity as well as the silence... Well, at least they were not quiet.
"WHERE IS THE WELCOMING PARTY? I WOULD HAVE EXPECTED AT LEAST SOME MANSERVANTS, WOMANSERVANTS, PEOPLESERVANTS. MAYBE A GROVELING SLAVE. HELL, EVEN SOME KIND OF DROID. PLEASE LET IT BE THE AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER DROID RESPONSIBLE FOR LANDING PERMISSIONS."
The itch to kill only burned in the back of their mind faintly, before it finally subsided as they merely turned to see the hangar door right there. A quick scan from their helmet revealed it was, yes, locked. Their patience was not amused by such a revelation, needless to say.
"IF THIS IS A PRANK, YOUR PUN MASTERY IS AS INEPT AS THE MANDALORIANS BEING ABLE TO FORM A UNIFIED GOVERNMENT FOR LONGER THEN A CENTURY WITHOUT COLLAPSING ONCE EVERY GALACTIC STANDARD DECADE."
For now, though, the hulking Gen'Dai awaited the... prank? Invitation? Whatever this was, as their huge frame was definitely not unnoticeable...