Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
Des listened patiently as Fabian introduced himself and his comrades. The Chiss smiled as he sat down, the booths shade providing ample cover for them all. A moff was in attendance. He and Stamoss spoke about nothing in particular in the same booth as the rest of them. Desmond grated his teeth as the obnoxious women spoke loud enough to drown out even the announcer. The Chiss found trying to watch the race to be most difficult as the woman droned on about the water trade. He was only thankful her attention was on the Moff and not him. Desmond ignored the pair to the best of his abilities and turned his attention once more to Fabian.
“I have a pod in the race. It’s the black one, with the Csillian beauty painted across its engines,” Desmond stated merrily. “I would usually partake in such an advent myself, but Lady Stramoss insisted I sit with her…” Desmond shook his head. The woman truly was paranoid. “Have you ever tried your hand in racing?” Des asked Fabian as he once again raised the spy glasses to his face and peered out at the track.
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[member="Fabian"]
“I have a pod in the race. It’s the black one, with the Csillian beauty painted across its engines,” Desmond stated merrily. “I would usually partake in such an advent myself, but Lady Stramoss insisted I sit with her…” Desmond shook his head. The woman truly was paranoid. “Have you ever tried your hand in racing?” Des asked Fabian as he once again raised the spy glasses to his face and peered out at the track.
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[member="Fabian"]