Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
[member="Triam Akovin"] | [member="Dirks Hutchinson"] | Objective : Laminanium | Planet : Tash-Taral
Chalu stood looking out the viewports on the bridge. A beige orb filled the field of vision and a sigh left the Mon Calamari. An aquatic species did not belong on a giant dusty waste of rock. He would have to take precautions, wear a special suit to keep moisture against his skin. It would be difficult but this is what he got paid for. Chalu was second-in-command at Salacia Consolidated. Business contracts weren't reserved to cushy sea-side locations. If only.
Deep in thought, Chalu didn't see the figure with a mop of dark curly hair enter the room and clasp him on the shoulder. Judah Dashiell. Chalu could have easily handled this on his own. However, the boss wanted to be there to keep an eye on the Laminanium excavation, not that the Mon Cal could blame him.
"Looks a little hot down there, you going to be alright Chalu?" Judah's blue eyes danced with a bit of mirth, clearly there was some teasing behind the message. A joke to come.
"I could ask you the same question. You've gotten soft."
"I blame you, too many meetings. We're going to be dropping planet side within the next thirty, better get moving."
"I'll go round up the others, make sure the crews are getting it in collective gear."
With a small nod, Chalu left his shaggy haired boss and left for the hangars. As much as he hated it the time had come to visit the big oceanless sandbox. Hopefully they could dig this mess, get out, and be on the way back home.
Chalu stood looking out the viewports on the bridge. A beige orb filled the field of vision and a sigh left the Mon Calamari. An aquatic species did not belong on a giant dusty waste of rock. He would have to take precautions, wear a special suit to keep moisture against his skin. It would be difficult but this is what he got paid for. Chalu was second-in-command at Salacia Consolidated. Business contracts weren't reserved to cushy sea-side locations. If only.
Deep in thought, Chalu didn't see the figure with a mop of dark curly hair enter the room and clasp him on the shoulder. Judah Dashiell. Chalu could have easily handled this on his own. However, the boss wanted to be there to keep an eye on the Laminanium excavation, not that the Mon Cal could blame him.
"Looks a little hot down there, you going to be alright Chalu?" Judah's blue eyes danced with a bit of mirth, clearly there was some teasing behind the message. A joke to come.
"I could ask you the same question. You've gotten soft."
"I blame you, too many meetings. We're going to be dropping planet side within the next thirty, better get moving."
"I'll go round up the others, make sure the crews are getting it in collective gear."
With a small nod, Chalu left his shaggy haired boss and left for the hangars. As much as he hated it the time had come to visit the big oceanless sandbox. Hopefully they could dig this mess, get out, and be on the way back home.