Galaar Tal'Verda
Just one more butchered soul.
Political Envoy
(Fel and CIS)
The two factions came to meet each other in neutral space above the junk world of Raxus Prime. It was seemingly like every other meeting to discuss supply routes and trade prices, two ships docking on one neutral ship with a small contingency of guards. Galaar was the only non-droid guard to the CIS officials, well, he and his strill were the only two and for this reason he was one of the four guards selected to enter the envoy-ship and keep watch as the diplomats did their thing. he never liked their kind much, it was always words and never anything meaningful. Galaar had his weapons clad all around him, on his belt there were three various pistols, his back had a sniper and vibrosword on it and his chest was some kind of repeating rifle which he affectionately referred as a "Deecee". Not that anyone here knew that.
He was clad in his retrofitted and personalized Katarn rig. It was designed to mimic old Mandalorian designs with its bulky chest plate, angular shoulders, and most notably a technologically glowing blue T-Shaped visor. Even under the armor it was simple to see he was a man built to be a killing machine. The armor itself however, was dapple camo with green, grey, and brown patches, on one shoulder a fox was printed in and on the other there was a hawk. His chest was clad with a painted mythosaur skull. He looked far more like a mercenary that the infamous "Dread Guard" which was sending rumors across the Galaxy.
The diplomats got right to work it seemed, moving to the table and awaiting the Fel delegation.
@Voroll Dey Astaar