The Arch Wilder
Vulpesen let out a small yawn as he rested back in his chair, his golden orbs scanning the desert surface of Tattooine. A barren planet with nothing but sand and a damning heat. Happy that the majority of his clothes under the coat were made of spider silk, he had left his coat i the ship. Now clutching a cold drink in one hand and petting Ace in the other, he looked up towards the eastern sky, away from the twin suns as he waited for the appearance of an old friend, and one who might just be able to aid him in his new endeavors.
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Matsu Ike"]