Léon
The King's Buccaneer
"You've never been to Annaj, Miss Towani, but trust me–only someone doing time on the Endor Moon could find it interesting."
―Hume Tarl
Léon stirred in his sleep, recalling the travels to Annaj. It had been equally as terrifying as the one to Rutan, and every other planet he had since journeyed. He recalled as the speckled void was blemished by streaks of light, his stomach knotted, his hands desperately clutched at the armchairs of his seat.
When he awoke he was sweating heavily, and his body shivered. His lungs burnt, and his throat was sore. He had been getting sick a lot as of late. The Keshiri was not vaccinated for most of the common diseases and viruses in the galaxy, but the Carrion Company had paid for many doctor visits. Nonetheless, it was a big galaxy, and an isolated farmboy from a planet like Kesh mean't his body would never be up to date with the galaxy.
He rolled out of bed, joints stiff and muscles seemed to protest at every minuscule movement. At least he had comfort and luxury now. He wasn't used to a bed, nor the basic comforts the galaxy took for granted. Like a chair, or a table to eat on. Each day he was learning new things, new technologies. He found it a joy and wonder to be able to change the temperature of rooms.
Alas, he had a duty to fulfill. Léon was acting as a delegate for the Carrion Company, meeting with a representative from the Free Colonies. He pulled himself together, dressing himself in the traditional attire of his people. He wore knee-length boots, bright red cotton trousers with a dark green wool tunic. He wore a belt with a sheathe for his sword and a dagger made of bone. Lastly he wore a leather jerkin and swordsman gloves. He looked every part the mercenary back home. Here, he just looked strange.
It was a short walk from his hotel to the office in which he would meet Stardust. Carrion administration had placed him close to the location. They didn't trust Léon on his own, to a degree. They knew he wasn't experienced in the galactic community and he could get lost at the drop of a dime. So they constantly observed him and kept in communication. Léon pushed open a door and was greeted by the sight of a long conference room, he took a seat and waited.
[member="Stardust"] | [member="James Justice"]
―Hume Tarl
Léon stirred in his sleep, recalling the travels to Annaj. It had been equally as terrifying as the one to Rutan, and every other planet he had since journeyed. He recalled as the speckled void was blemished by streaks of light, his stomach knotted, his hands desperately clutched at the armchairs of his seat.
When he awoke he was sweating heavily, and his body shivered. His lungs burnt, and his throat was sore. He had been getting sick a lot as of late. The Keshiri was not vaccinated for most of the common diseases and viruses in the galaxy, but the Carrion Company had paid for many doctor visits. Nonetheless, it was a big galaxy, and an isolated farmboy from a planet like Kesh mean't his body would never be up to date with the galaxy.
He rolled out of bed, joints stiff and muscles seemed to protest at every minuscule movement. At least he had comfort and luxury now. He wasn't used to a bed, nor the basic comforts the galaxy took for granted. Like a chair, or a table to eat on. Each day he was learning new things, new technologies. He found it a joy and wonder to be able to change the temperature of rooms.
Alas, he had a duty to fulfill. Léon was acting as a delegate for the Carrion Company, meeting with a representative from the Free Colonies. He pulled himself together, dressing himself in the traditional attire of his people. He wore knee-length boots, bright red cotton trousers with a dark green wool tunic. He wore a belt with a sheathe for his sword and a dagger made of bone. Lastly he wore a leather jerkin and swordsman gloves. He looked every part the mercenary back home. Here, he just looked strange.
It was a short walk from his hotel to the office in which he would meet Stardust. Carrion administration had placed him close to the location. They didn't trust Léon on his own, to a degree. They knew he wasn't experienced in the galactic community and he could get lost at the drop of a dime. So they constantly observed him and kept in communication. Léon pushed open a door and was greeted by the sight of a long conference room, he took a seat and waited.
[member="Stardust"] | [member="James Justice"]
