Mrrew
Monstercat
Mrrew had gotten word from a budding clothing company that it was interested in a supply contract with the Guild. Of course, Mrrew was all too happy to comply, and was soon setting his ship's coordinates for their planet of choice. An odd planet, the Togorian thought as he watched it getting closer through his freighter's viewports. It looked.. damaged, somehow. The red glow it's dwarf sun cast combined with it's ominous ring didn't help it's looks. Scans of the planet said most of it was ruined, wasteland, acid pools or frozen landscapes. However, there was one continent that was relitively safe. He assumed that's where he was landing.
The ship, piloted by Mrrew's astrodroid, pierced the atmosphere smoothly, making it's way to the coordinates provided by one [member="Romeo Sin"]. Hopefully he'd be wlaking away from this meeting with another contract secured for the Guild.
The ship, piloted by Mrrew's astrodroid, pierced the atmosphere smoothly, making it's way to the coordinates provided by one [member="Romeo Sin"]. Hopefully he'd be wlaking away from this meeting with another contract secured for the Guild.