Robb Killian
Character
Robb was unsure just how much longer his luck would hold out. The spacer had no idea why he had stuck around 'Myn' this long, and was even less sure why the enigmatic woman had deigned to remain with him either. Surely she could have managed on her own by now. But the spacer had learned long ago to savor the little victories and, much to his growing disbelief, successfully escaping and eluding the Red Ravens for this long on Nar Shaddaa was nothing if not a victory.
Having slipped from their would-be escort (and probable captor), Robb had lead 'Myn' to familiar territory by means of his rented speeder. The unlikely pair touched down in Nar Shaddaa's Corellian Sector within an hour of their escape, quickly disappearing into the sector's crowded streets. Robb's plan was simple: Ditch his speeder (in case the Ravens had tracked it), contact the Lost Cause, and hole up until he could get a ride back to the ship with the others. Whether or not "Myn" decided to tag along was up to her. The pair had spoken little since their escape, focused more on evading notice or capture than social pleasantries.
The sector had changed greatly since Robb's departure, and while the spacer was not a fan of the Black Sun, he disapproved of what the Ravens had done to the place; anti-Republic and anti-Alliance propaganda lined many walls and occupied many holo-displays, one such display showcased a news anchor ranting about the disintegration of democracy in the core-worlds. Since when did Criminal Organizations engage in intergalactic politics? But Robb was getting distracted, and he had to retain his focus if he was to remain a free man.Bobbing and weaving through the crowds of the sector's commercial hub, Robb gradually made his way towards the residential district's border; occasionally glancing over his should to check if "Myn" was still with him. Going home wasn't an option, the last Robb needed was a family reunion, but the spacer knew of another, less obvious hiding place.
Stopping outside an alleyway just beyond the border of the residential district, Robb took a cursory glance over his shoulder, past "Myn," to see if they had picked up a tail. Satisfied that the pair had not been followed, Robb started down the alleyway and followed the alcove to its end before disappearing around a corner, where a small series of steps led to a large metallic doorway. The compound's door and the surrounding wall was well rusted and absolutely dominated by graffiti of various styles and languages. Fortunately for Robb the entry code remained the same. The door ground open and Robb stepped inside, motioning for "Myn" to follow.
The entryway was dark and Robb had to feel along the walls for several seconds before he found the light switch. An electric hum filled the corridor as Robb activated the panel, the overhead lights flickering on. Robb proceeded down the dimly lit corridor until his presence caused a second door to slide open. Stepping into the next room activated the lights, revealing a large multi-level chamber that had apparently been long abandoned. At least the motion sensor still works. The first level was lavishly furnished with various grungy couches surrounding a large card table, and the walls were adorned with various portraits of men, women, and swoop-bikes. The most ostentatious decoration was a large flag hanging down from a railing along the chamber's second level, A Crimson Stripe, flanked on either side by slashed golden ones, ran vertically against a black background. Robb looked up at the flag and pondered it for a moment. It's certainly been a while.
Robb shook his head and marched on into the chamber before turning to his companion, "Make yourself at home," Robb offered before frowning down at the long abandoned seating, "as best you can, anyway." The spacer turned and stalked off towards the compound's mess-hall, located in an adjacent room, eager to find something mildly edible while simultaneously putting some space between him and his female companion. "I'm going to call my crew so they can pick me up," Robb called over his shoulder. "Feel free to lay low, or leave, you should be safe now either way." With that the Spacer disappeared through the mess-hall's threshold, hoping all the while that his good fortune would hold out just a while longer.
Robb entered the long abandoned mess hall and marveled at the mess before him. A plethora of garbage littered the floor, the mass of spent containers and half-eaten food of all shapes, sizes, and smells. This forced the spacer to cross room's tiled floor with wide, careful steps, so as to avoid slipping on maker knew what that congealed mass to his left was. Robb was far from surprised to find the room utterly devoid of pliable sustenance, and devastated to find that the plumbing didn't work. Robb shook his head in disappointment and waded his way back through the mess, his right boot squelching with each step as something especially stick adhered to it, and trudged into the chamber's dining area. The spacer plopped down into the first seat he found, putting the adjacent table between himself and the way he had come (out of habit more than anything else), and sagged against the chair's rigid back. It was truly becoming a long night.
Robb leaned forward with sigh, resting his right arm down on table's surface before keying the his crew-mate's respective channel information into his wrist-comm. The district had power, if nothing else, so the spacer was able send his comrades a message directly. The message was simple:
"Hey guys, I could use a pick up at these coordinates," Robb paused to key his location into the message before continuing. "I'd make it on my own but things are a little...hot right now." The spacer paused again and considered his words. That's one way to put it. "Anyway, hope to see at least one of you soon."
Having done what he could, Robb let his fatigue get the better of him. The spacer crossed his arms before him on the table and rested his chin in the space between. With luck one of his crew would be able to provide transportation back to the ship, and Robb would be able to put this experience behind him.
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[member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"]
Having slipped from their would-be escort (and probable captor), Robb had lead 'Myn' to familiar territory by means of his rented speeder. The unlikely pair touched down in Nar Shaddaa's Corellian Sector within an hour of their escape, quickly disappearing into the sector's crowded streets. Robb's plan was simple: Ditch his speeder (in case the Ravens had tracked it), contact the Lost Cause, and hole up until he could get a ride back to the ship with the others. Whether or not "Myn" decided to tag along was up to her. The pair had spoken little since their escape, focused more on evading notice or capture than social pleasantries.
The sector had changed greatly since Robb's departure, and while the spacer was not a fan of the Black Sun, he disapproved of what the Ravens had done to the place; anti-Republic and anti-Alliance propaganda lined many walls and occupied many holo-displays, one such display showcased a news anchor ranting about the disintegration of democracy in the core-worlds. Since when did Criminal Organizations engage in intergalactic politics? But Robb was getting distracted, and he had to retain his focus if he was to remain a free man.Bobbing and weaving through the crowds of the sector's commercial hub, Robb gradually made his way towards the residential district's border; occasionally glancing over his should to check if "Myn" was still with him. Going home wasn't an option, the last Robb needed was a family reunion, but the spacer knew of another, less obvious hiding place.
Stopping outside an alleyway just beyond the border of the residential district, Robb took a cursory glance over his shoulder, past "Myn," to see if they had picked up a tail. Satisfied that the pair had not been followed, Robb started down the alleyway and followed the alcove to its end before disappearing around a corner, where a small series of steps led to a large metallic doorway. The compound's door and the surrounding wall was well rusted and absolutely dominated by graffiti of various styles and languages. Fortunately for Robb the entry code remained the same. The door ground open and Robb stepped inside, motioning for "Myn" to follow.
The entryway was dark and Robb had to feel along the walls for several seconds before he found the light switch. An electric hum filled the corridor as Robb activated the panel, the overhead lights flickering on. Robb proceeded down the dimly lit corridor until his presence caused a second door to slide open. Stepping into the next room activated the lights, revealing a large multi-level chamber that had apparently been long abandoned. At least the motion sensor still works. The first level was lavishly furnished with various grungy couches surrounding a large card table, and the walls were adorned with various portraits of men, women, and swoop-bikes. The most ostentatious decoration was a large flag hanging down from a railing along the chamber's second level, A Crimson Stripe, flanked on either side by slashed golden ones, ran vertically against a black background. Robb looked up at the flag and pondered it for a moment. It's certainly been a while.
Robb shook his head and marched on into the chamber before turning to his companion, "Make yourself at home," Robb offered before frowning down at the long abandoned seating, "as best you can, anyway." The spacer turned and stalked off towards the compound's mess-hall, located in an adjacent room, eager to find something mildly edible while simultaneously putting some space between him and his female companion. "I'm going to call my crew so they can pick me up," Robb called over his shoulder. "Feel free to lay low, or leave, you should be safe now either way." With that the Spacer disappeared through the mess-hall's threshold, hoping all the while that his good fortune would hold out just a while longer.
Robb entered the long abandoned mess hall and marveled at the mess before him. A plethora of garbage littered the floor, the mass of spent containers and half-eaten food of all shapes, sizes, and smells. This forced the spacer to cross room's tiled floor with wide, careful steps, so as to avoid slipping on maker knew what that congealed mass to his left was. Robb was far from surprised to find the room utterly devoid of pliable sustenance, and devastated to find that the plumbing didn't work. Robb shook his head in disappointment and waded his way back through the mess, his right boot squelching with each step as something especially stick adhered to it, and trudged into the chamber's dining area. The spacer plopped down into the first seat he found, putting the adjacent table between himself and the way he had come (out of habit more than anything else), and sagged against the chair's rigid back. It was truly becoming a long night.
Robb leaned forward with sigh, resting his right arm down on table's surface before keying the his crew-mate's respective channel information into his wrist-comm. The district had power, if nothing else, so the spacer was able send his comrades a message directly. The message was simple:
"Hey guys, I could use a pick up at these coordinates," Robb paused to key his location into the message before continuing. "I'd make it on my own but things are a little...hot right now." The spacer paused again and considered his words. That's one way to put it. "Anyway, hope to see at least one of you soon."
Having done what he could, Robb let his fatigue get the better of him. The spacer crossed his arms before him on the table and rested his chin in the space between. With luck one of his crew would be able to provide transportation back to the ship, and Robb would be able to put this experience behind him.
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[member="Tsukikaneko Nozomi"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"]
