GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
He hated Sith, but he hated business meetings more. They were always important though, especially when it was something like this. His last trip to Tatooine had taught him many things, always lock your ships doors for a start. They also taught him he needed to protect himself, he needed to become a Jedi. Sith would find him, they would kill him if he had no way of protecting himself.
He'd build a lightsaber later, he had the crystals.
Phrik and Cortorsis, two things he hadn't even heard of until a week ago. They apparently had some special properties that meant plasma lightsabers couldn't slice through them. That was always a good thing, he liked his arms. He had turned to some of the best armor smiths in the galaxy, [member="Matsu Ike"] and her amazing company, hoping they had Phrik and Cortorsis spare.
Or could at least get some.
He guided his small one man fighter to a stop, T3 beeping from behind him. The Ebon Hawk was sitting repairs, the poor ship had taken a beating. It was because of that a borrowed X-Wing had become Kei's ship of choice, although he didn't have to like it. He breathed heavily.
And waited for his host.
[member="Matsu Ike"]
He'd build a lightsaber later, he had the crystals.
Phrik and Cortorsis, two things he hadn't even heard of until a week ago. They apparently had some special properties that meant plasma lightsabers couldn't slice through them. That was always a good thing, he liked his arms. He had turned to some of the best armor smiths in the galaxy, [member="Matsu Ike"] and her amazing company, hoping they had Phrik and Cortorsis spare.
Or could at least get some.
He guided his small one man fighter to a stop, T3 beeping from behind him. The Ebon Hawk was sitting repairs, the poor ship had taken a beating. It was because of that a borrowed X-Wing had become Kei's ship of choice, although he didn't have to like it. He breathed heavily.
And waited for his host.
[member="Matsu Ike"]