Gilamar Skirata
The most important step is always the next one

Taking the glass from his table and draining it of the sweet, black ne'tra gal, he tossed it into the air, the glass floating away. That was the other thing. He missed the feeling of low gravity and so had his office equipped with a wall dial that strengthened or lessened the artificial gravity. Floating over to the door, he lowered himself and entered the hallway. Azrael should have been coming in soon. Apparently one of his projects was close to finishing, or maybe they needed his approval or something of the sort. Either way, he wanted Azrael to see it, partake in the conversation.
The walk to the lift seemed longer than normal. Maybe because Gil was brooding and staring out of the viewports when he passed them in order to take in the view. The last few months, weeks even, had been hectic and it was good to get away. Dressed in slacks, a button up shirt, and bantha leather boots, Gil looked the part of MandalMotors' main share holder, which was important...Keeping appearances with these pinheads was important. Something he had forgotten to tell Azrael, but Gil would defend him if he needed to. The other share holders would no doubt be here asking a billion questions about their money and how much this would make them.
"No doubt." he said with a grunt.
As the lift stopped at the hangar, a grin inched its way across his face as Azrael's shuttle flew in through the atmospheric containment field. Finally, he was here.
@[member="Azrael"]