Cryax Bane
Red-eyed Snake
Cryax Bane was sitting in a cooly lit, upscale bar on the planet of Csilla, the homeworld of his people. But sipping his drink and casting his glowing red eyes around the room, he couldn't have felt farther from home. Raised as a poor scrub on the tiny dot in space called Bakura in the Outer Rim of the galaxy, he couldn't have less in common with these reserved and distinguished blue-skinned people who shared some of the same blood as his ancestors.
He was on Csilla for a job interview at Csillan Industries and he needed to take the edge off after interviewing with a very steely Chiss executive. He blew the air out of his cheeks and ordered another drink. The odds were his lack of composure blew the opportunity. As his interview so embarrasingly pointed out that he had sounded apprehensive. Ah, well. The Red Ravens were keeping him busy anyway.
He slowly realized as he stirred the ice in his glass reflectively, that it wasn't really the job he was interested in as much as just making some, hell, any connections to the Chiss people. Csilla tugged at his heart for reasons he couldn't explain. Especially since he felt like such an outsider on the ice planet.
[member="Zatten Black"]
He was on Csilla for a job interview at Csillan Industries and he needed to take the edge off after interviewing with a very steely Chiss executive. He blew the air out of his cheeks and ordered another drink. The odds were his lack of composure blew the opportunity. As his interview so embarrasingly pointed out that he had sounded apprehensive. Ah, well. The Red Ravens were keeping him busy anyway.
He slowly realized as he stirred the ice in his glass reflectively, that it wasn't really the job he was interested in as much as just making some, hell, any connections to the Chiss people. Csilla tugged at his heart for reasons he couldn't explain. Especially since he felt like such an outsider on the ice planet.
[member="Zatten Black"]