Malix Veythar
Character
Malix glanced at her, catching the humor. "A senator, huh? Sounds like torture." He shook his head as they stepped off the shuttle, boots meeting the uneven pavement. The city smelled of rain and industry, the kind of place that never truly slept, just shifted from one struggle to the next.
People moved through the streets, some throwing cautious glances their way, others pretending not to notice. Good. That meant they weren't outright hostile. Yet.
He took a slow look around before responding. "We start where it hurts the most. Markets, trade hubs, where people feel the impact of this mess firsthand. If they're suffering, they'll be pissed. If they're benefiting from the new rulers, we'll know soon enough."
His hand hovered near his blaster, not out of paranoia, just instinct. They weren't here to start a fight, but he wasn't about to let one take them by surprise either. He trusted that Katarine would be on alert as well, but her senses are going to be undoubtedly better than his.
