Nicair Claden
The Iron Heart
His ship pulled swiftly to the docking port, public transport always has that jolt right at the end, it catches him sometimes. He glances around at some of the other passengers, a Devaronian is the only non human, such is to be expected he supposed. The ship itself is small, the knees of the passengers opposite him are about a foot away from his and his durasteel helmet was about three inches from the top. He looks over to the opening as a city he had never been to before opens up before him. His contact told him to expect them once he got off.