Kal
Whispers
Kal's associates were always tinkering away with some new project or another; more often than not, they worked out quite well, but there were exceptions. Currently, he was sitting in one such exception, a sleekly angular vessel the size of a mid-sized frigate, taller than it was broad and with a gaping hole in one side where the primary reactor had been.
Drifting listlessly through the void between stars as if something had suddenly given way mid-transit.
Having politely asked an acquaintance if she was able to come take a look at the issue, assuming it was not a bad time, he was content to wait around, spending the time in meditation. Given that most of his organic crew had perished from the sudden absence of a breathable atmosphere, it was quiet but for a few survivors busily sticking parts back together.
Kal himself was tangible, for once, having chosen a body that had more in common with a droid than a living (and most importantly breathing) human, though it looked the part of the latter - without a space suit, naturally.
Drifting listlessly through the void between stars as if something had suddenly given way mid-transit.
Having politely asked an acquaintance if she was able to come take a look at the issue, assuming it was not a bad time, he was content to wait around, spending the time in meditation. Given that most of his organic crew had perished from the sudden absence of a breathable atmosphere, it was quiet but for a few survivors busily sticking parts back together.
Kal himself was tangible, for once, having chosen a body that had more in common with a droid than a living (and most importantly breathing) human, though it looked the part of the latter - without a space suit, naturally.