Eternal Father
Mass Storage Installation/Starport Designation '3B-77'
Planet Alzoc III
Year 835 ABY
The wind ripped and roar violently around the frame of the facility, causing all of the occupants to hold onto something sturdy to avoid falling on their asses or worse... plummeting to the ground fifty meters below. Many of the individuals on the starport stayed near either the insulated buildings or near their own starships, but one figure stood out from all of them in braving the murderous gale. The man stood a good six foot five inches with shoulder-length black hair that now whipped around his pale face fiercely and his coat billowed chaotically around him as well. The man grabbed onto his coatneck as he turned away from the sudden shift of the wind that threatened to blow directly into his face, closing one eye so the snow wouldn't agitate him that much. With his open eye he watched as the servitors on the deck below him continued to load crates onto a Nune-class shuttle that was uniquely marked with a green and blue symbol of a three-headed hydra painted across both sides of the main compartment. The man grimaced at the cold that cut to his very bones and moved behind a small wall to try and get away from most of the gust, but just as he did the wind suddenly changed to hit against him head-on, sparking a string of profanity from the man's mouth.
The sudden gust also caused one of the servitors below to stumble and drop his end of a large metal crate, which the man clearly saw and yelled out through the roar of the wind. "HEH! CAREFUL WITH THOSE CRATES YOU IMBECILES! THOSE ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR MAGGOT LIVES COMBINED, SO DON'T SCREW UP THIS SIMPLE TASK OR I'LL HAVE ALL OF YOUR HEADS!" The servitor grimaced and bowed his head low as he doubled his efforts in the blinding gale and helped the other servitor move the crate into the shuttle's cargo bay. The entire operation was being overseen by the man and a squad of personal guards dressed in medium durasteel armoring and all had a blaster rifle either slung over their shoulder or clutched firmly in both hands as they stared out at the servitors moving back and forth behind a rather grim-looking helmet. The man on the railing above sighed deeply, I hate all of this cold-ass weather... why couldn't these have been on a more tropical planet? Or something better than this god-forsaken rock... The man sniffled a bit as the wind shifted away from him finally, and he smiled darkly. Oh well, once these are back at the compound, no one will be able to disprove my righthood of Lord Infinitous thought Kaine Zambrano as the wind howled louder and louder.
Planet Alzoc III
Year 835 ABY
The wind ripped and roar violently around the frame of the facility, causing all of the occupants to hold onto something sturdy to avoid falling on their asses or worse... plummeting to the ground fifty meters below. Many of the individuals on the starport stayed near either the insulated buildings or near their own starships, but one figure stood out from all of them in braving the murderous gale. The man stood a good six foot five inches with shoulder-length black hair that now whipped around his pale face fiercely and his coat billowed chaotically around him as well. The man grabbed onto his coatneck as he turned away from the sudden shift of the wind that threatened to blow directly into his face, closing one eye so the snow wouldn't agitate him that much. With his open eye he watched as the servitors on the deck below him continued to load crates onto a Nune-class shuttle that was uniquely marked with a green and blue symbol of a three-headed hydra painted across both sides of the main compartment. The man grimaced at the cold that cut to his very bones and moved behind a small wall to try and get away from most of the gust, but just as he did the wind suddenly changed to hit against him head-on, sparking a string of profanity from the man's mouth.
The sudden gust also caused one of the servitors below to stumble and drop his end of a large metal crate, which the man clearly saw and yelled out through the roar of the wind. "HEH! CAREFUL WITH THOSE CRATES YOU IMBECILES! THOSE ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR MAGGOT LIVES COMBINED, SO DON'T SCREW UP THIS SIMPLE TASK OR I'LL HAVE ALL OF YOUR HEADS!" The servitor grimaced and bowed his head low as he doubled his efforts in the blinding gale and helped the other servitor move the crate into the shuttle's cargo bay. The entire operation was being overseen by the man and a squad of personal guards dressed in medium durasteel armoring and all had a blaster rifle either slung over their shoulder or clutched firmly in both hands as they stared out at the servitors moving back and forth behind a rather grim-looking helmet. The man on the railing above sighed deeply, I hate all of this cold-ass weather... why couldn't these have been on a more tropical planet? Or something better than this god-forsaken rock... The man sniffled a bit as the wind shifted away from him finally, and he smiled darkly. Oh well, once these are back at the compound, no one will be able to disprove my righthood of Lord Infinitous thought Kaine Zambrano as the wind howled louder and louder.