Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
Mos Espa Starport
Taking deep breaths to fight the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Sarge stepped out into the belligerent rays of the twin suns of Tattooine, knife still dripping blood into the sand. Wiping it off on the cloth he wore beneath his carapace armor, he takes a look to his right, then his left.
Standard starport traffic, if a bit more on the light side.
Perfect for avoiding being run into like he was half the time he tried moving unseen. It came with the territory though. Speaking of coming with the territory, a curious Zeltron with white hair had caught his eye. Not because of her shifting tattoos or her, unsurprisingly, good looks.
But because she'd been in a bar with books. Lots of 'em.
Hopefully she followed him out here as requested, cause he knew exactly who she was. He knew who everyone in OmegaPyre was.
He just didn't actually know most of them.
Taking deep breaths to fight the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Sarge stepped out into the belligerent rays of the twin suns of Tattooine, knife still dripping blood into the sand. Wiping it off on the cloth he wore beneath his carapace armor, he takes a look to his right, then his left.
Standard starport traffic, if a bit more on the light side.
Perfect for avoiding being run into like he was half the time he tried moving unseen. It came with the territory though. Speaking of coming with the territory, a curious Zeltron with white hair had caught his eye. Not because of her shifting tattoos or her, unsurprisingly, good looks.
But because she'd been in a bar with books. Lots of 'em.
Hopefully she followed him out here as requested, cause he knew exactly who she was. He knew who everyone in OmegaPyre was.
He just didn't actually know most of them.