William the Bloody
Valaryion Dragonborn
The crews were busy at work. The seizmic charges, while not subtle, were quite efficient. Although the irreparable damage done to the local ecosystem was not intended, neither was it avoided. Cost management said this was the quickest way to get the crystals extricated with the minimal amount of effort and damage to the product. And that was all the reason the man needed to approve the job.
And so the crews scurried like ants, busily working with single minded vision. A cold smile lifted the corner of well formed lips. Black stubble adorned his chin as even darker eyes cast about from under neatly trimmed raven hair. A black, three piece suit sharply contrasted his presence from all others. Not only was he not dusted with a light powdering of snow but neither was he heavily garbed in warm attire as a planet such as Ilum seemed to require.
At his side rested a small heap of a dilapidated dog who had appeared so unwholesome that it wouldn't be remiss to say it had been hit head first by a parade of speeders. Yet despite it's visual repulsiveness it retained an air of watchfulness. A hand lightly dropped to it's head in an absentminded caress from the impeccably dressed man.
An explosion shook the cavern lightly followed by shouts. Turning his head toward the disturbance he frowned. He gave no quarter to mistakes. And from the sounds of it, someone had failed. And rather miserably. Furrowed brow crossed his face as he approached a freshly opened chasm. Unreadable eyes feel upon the foreman who's excuses froze upon opened lips at the hard stare of the "boss".
"No excuses. Twelve more hours, and then the ships depart. And you better pray you meet the weight and quality that you were contracted for. Renegotiating a contract you failed to uphold will prove ... Painful, for yourself particularly."
A cold smile crossed the man's lips as he turned away from the workers who scurried about once more. He had learned fear was the greatest motivator. You just had to ensure you were the one feared most. With a black stare that cloaked his piqued curiosity he gazed into the newly opened chasm. Crouching he tossed a stone down and listened to it clatter from shelf to shelf until it landed on the floor below.
He turned his head and watched the crews laboring and lightly rubbed his chin in contemplation. The womp rats could be left to scurry about their duties. He was curious to the end of the chasm, if it ended upon an ice wall or perhaps opened into one of the famed crystal caverns. With a slight twitch of his lips he descended.
And so the crews scurried like ants, busily working with single minded vision. A cold smile lifted the corner of well formed lips. Black stubble adorned his chin as even darker eyes cast about from under neatly trimmed raven hair. A black, three piece suit sharply contrasted his presence from all others. Not only was he not dusted with a light powdering of snow but neither was he heavily garbed in warm attire as a planet such as Ilum seemed to require.
At his side rested a small heap of a dilapidated dog who had appeared so unwholesome that it wouldn't be remiss to say it had been hit head first by a parade of speeders. Yet despite it's visual repulsiveness it retained an air of watchfulness. A hand lightly dropped to it's head in an absentminded caress from the impeccably dressed man.
An explosion shook the cavern lightly followed by shouts. Turning his head toward the disturbance he frowned. He gave no quarter to mistakes. And from the sounds of it, someone had failed. And rather miserably. Furrowed brow crossed his face as he approached a freshly opened chasm. Unreadable eyes feel upon the foreman who's excuses froze upon opened lips at the hard stare of the "boss".
"No excuses. Twelve more hours, and then the ships depart. And you better pray you meet the weight and quality that you were contracted for. Renegotiating a contract you failed to uphold will prove ... Painful, for yourself particularly."
A cold smile crossed the man's lips as he turned away from the workers who scurried about once more. He had learned fear was the greatest motivator. You just had to ensure you were the one feared most. With a black stare that cloaked his piqued curiosity he gazed into the newly opened chasm. Crouching he tossed a stone down and listened to it clatter from shelf to shelf until it landed on the floor below.
He turned his head and watched the crews laboring and lightly rubbed his chin in contemplation. The womp rats could be left to scurry about their duties. He was curious to the end of the chasm, if it ended upon an ice wall or perhaps opened into one of the famed crystal caverns. With a slight twitch of his lips he descended.