Directorate Officer
The grand admiral watched as Lieutenant Darl scampered off to get him a suit. Gir was never one for formalities, though he recognized that from time to time, they were needed to maintain a good order and reinforce the hierarchy that the military relied upon to function. Yet he did not like it, even being near its apex of power. He remembered being in its lower levels once and sometimes being treated like a cog in a vast machine, not a person. To some degree, that was probably necessary for the military to function as it did, but he would rather not do so if at all necessary. Everyone, after all, had their own wants and needs in a galaxy full of strife. He wouldn't make their job harder than it had to be, if at all possible.
Darl quickly returned with an enviro-suit, a bulky looking blob of that rustled with every movement that Darl made. The blonde man nodded for the kel dor to come forward with the suit.
"Thank you, lieutenant," said Gir, grasping the suit by its life-support box, "I appreciate all the work you've done with Mister Vereen while I was gone."
He slipped on the suit, and after a little rearranging, Gir followed [member="Draco Vereen"] around the vessel.
Darl quickly returned with an enviro-suit, a bulky looking blob of that rustled with every movement that Darl made. The blonde man nodded for the kel dor to come forward with the suit.
"Thank you, lieutenant," said Gir, grasping the suit by its life-support box, "I appreciate all the work you've done with Mister Vereen while I was gone."
He slipped on the suit, and after a little rearranging, Gir followed [member="Draco Vereen"] around the vessel.