(2/20, I think)
Kiyron let out a long sigh of relief, This mission was a wrap, with everything taken care of and accounted for. No need to deploy himself or his troops. Nobody under his command died and the good guys won. Why couldn't all things be like this? It certainly made this debt of his easier to pay off. He strode from main corridors, duraplast boots clanking against the durasteel. Other personnel moved aside to let him pass, bumping against his shoulders as they did so.
Why were starships so cramped? It was living in a metal tomb. And the air was horrible, so filtered and purified. Tasted like metal and smelled like nothing. It always gave him an uncomfortable chill along the back of his spine. Getting groundside sounded like an excellent idea. Away from Onderon. Away from Chazwa. Away from military base after military base. It was time to take some leave for a time. Perhaps an extended leave, if it could be arranged. Or he could disappear during a black mission and show up again, saying the cover had been compromised.
His comlink dinged and he paused to check it, studying the message. Kiyron smiled. Kei Amadis was out and about in the galaxy. Perhaps it was time to go visit a very old friend and see how he was doing. That would be good. He hadn't seen any of the Wildcards in a very long time. Heard from them either. He suspected everyone was doing secretive combat work, so weren't too keen to lay out their existence through comm channels.
He stepped into his quarters and put in a request for leave before packing a bag with some of his gear. No armor. Just his basic weapons. Not that he expected to need them, but it was better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them.
Kiyron let out a long sigh of relief, This mission was a wrap, with everything taken care of and accounted for. No need to deploy himself or his troops. Nobody under his command died and the good guys won. Why couldn't all things be like this? It certainly made this debt of his easier to pay off. He strode from main corridors, duraplast boots clanking against the durasteel. Other personnel moved aside to let him pass, bumping against his shoulders as they did so.
Why were starships so cramped? It was living in a metal tomb. And the air was horrible, so filtered and purified. Tasted like metal and smelled like nothing. It always gave him an uncomfortable chill along the back of his spine. Getting groundside sounded like an excellent idea. Away from Onderon. Away from Chazwa. Away from military base after military base. It was time to take some leave for a time. Perhaps an extended leave, if it could be arranged. Or he could disappear during a black mission and show up again, saying the cover had been compromised.
His comlink dinged and he paused to check it, studying the message. Kiyron smiled. Kei Amadis was out and about in the galaxy. Perhaps it was time to go visit a very old friend and see how he was doing. That would be good. He hadn't seen any of the Wildcards in a very long time. Heard from them either. He suspected everyone was doing secretive combat work, so weren't too keen to lay out their existence through comm channels.
He stepped into his quarters and put in a request for leave before packing a bag with some of his gear. No armor. Just his basic weapons. Not that he expected to need them, but it was better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them.