Jaster Awaud
Elder of Clan Awaud
[member="Charlotte Miraak"]
Location: Commenor
The light of day was still high, shining in the office of a space port manager. The streets of light lite up dust that flew in the air, only to be interrupted by the movement of air as the door opened. The office was clean, average, no photos hanging up or personal property. The person who owned it seemed to prefer to keep things less then personal. As the door opens a man wearing a robotic faceplate and a black trench coat entered the room, throwing his body onto the chair. This was Tydus, and he had a long day. Tydus sat in the office of his new warehouse, he set up a meeting to get his supplies into the First Order, and in exchange get drugs out.
He removed his faceplate, setting it on the table. He rubbed his eyes as they focused in the dimly light room. Opening them for a test try, his silver eyes exploded his face, setting a new contrast to his tan skin. Black hair dropped from his forehead and he slicked it back using his swear as gel. It stayed where he put it, and he pulled his hand back to his face. Twirling his fingers he looked at his Cybernetic Limbs, not remembering what his real arms looked like. He was now waiting.
A buzzard came from his desk, he hit it once to hear, a droid voice answered, "Master, your guest has arrived."
He nodded, "Very well, let her in. He reached for his Faceplate, putting it back on.
Location: Commenor
The light of day was still high, shining in the office of a space port manager. The streets of light lite up dust that flew in the air, only to be interrupted by the movement of air as the door opened. The office was clean, average, no photos hanging up or personal property. The person who owned it seemed to prefer to keep things less then personal. As the door opens a man wearing a robotic faceplate and a black trench coat entered the room, throwing his body onto the chair. This was Tydus, and he had a long day. Tydus sat in the office of his new warehouse, he set up a meeting to get his supplies into the First Order, and in exchange get drugs out.
He removed his faceplate, setting it on the table. He rubbed his eyes as they focused in the dimly light room. Opening them for a test try, his silver eyes exploded his face, setting a new contrast to his tan skin. Black hair dropped from his forehead and he slicked it back using his swear as gel. It stayed where he put it, and he pulled his hand back to his face. Twirling his fingers he looked at his Cybernetic Limbs, not remembering what his real arms looked like. He was now waiting.
A buzzard came from his desk, he hit it once to hear, a droid voice answered, "Master, your guest has arrived."
He nodded, "Very well, let her in. He reached for his Faceplate, putting it back on.