The Arch Wilder
Vulpesen sat back in his seat as he waited for the others to arrive. Finally after a long strand of missions and assignments, the shadow was getting a chance to sit back and relax. For him, it was a rare feeling and he was finding himself rather nervous as his eyes flicked around the interior of the ship. Ever since he had left Amar he had been on the more, learning from force orders, busting up bad guys, and doing the work of a jedi. He hadn't rested for he had work to do and he was never one to leave a job complete. Normally, such an outlook was good. Thing was, he had left Amar three years ago.
He looked down at his hands, reading the brochure that he was holding. "Sunny Zeltros where every day is a party!" It held a certain appeal, that was for sure, and Vulpesen was tired of being shot at. Then again, he was tired of being shot at. Every attempt thus far to relax or talk to someone of the fairer sex had ended with some sort of unsavory experience. Right now, his biggest hope was that with the help of the other, luckier jedi, Vulpesen would be able to finally sit back, relax, and enjoy the galaxy around him. With these hopes, Vulpesen had finally changed his clothing, exiting his robes to enjoy his old jacket and under shirt. They weren't very good as an armor, but over the years they had served him well and it reminded him of a more comfortable time. Perhaps this trip would turn out well after all.
@[member="Jack Harkness"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Tallia Farn"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"]
He looked down at his hands, reading the brochure that he was holding. "Sunny Zeltros where every day is a party!" It held a certain appeal, that was for sure, and Vulpesen was tired of being shot at. Then again, he was tired of being shot at. Every attempt thus far to relax or talk to someone of the fairer sex had ended with some sort of unsavory experience. Right now, his biggest hope was that with the help of the other, luckier jedi, Vulpesen would be able to finally sit back, relax, and enjoy the galaxy around him. With these hopes, Vulpesen had finally changed his clothing, exiting his robes to enjoy his old jacket and under shirt. They weren't very good as an armor, but over the years they had served him well and it reminded him of a more comfortable time. Perhaps this trip would turn out well after all.
@[member="Jack Harkness"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Tallia Farn"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"]