TimirOrso
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It was late in the day, Timir had long journeyed through the stars after his harrowing experience and falling off the galactic map during the opening days of the scramble and crisis for Valen a planet rich in mineral reserves that all galactic governments coveted. The last time Timir had any contact with anyone he was flying a freighter down to the surface of Valen hauling supplies and equipment for a Lords of the Fringe expedition headed by an arrogant but respectable noble character who Timir had thought was secretly a callous Sith Lord. After having been gone for so long and having to deal with many a harrowing experiences the name of the Lord escaped him but his face and stark yellow eyes lay indelibly printed within his psyche for all time. As Timir finally eased in upon his adopted home world, the polluted, purple and gnarly junk ringed deep core world of Vulpter, Timir recalled his experiences with a divine human character of high reknown who had affiliations with the Confederacy, he was unsure what her name might have been but- all Timir managed to recall was that she was the leader of some great industrial magnate connected to the same Confederacy and her bright red hair. Timir then remembered that prior to him leaving Balmorra to take part in the Valen expedition, he set up a meeting or business deal regarding the leasing of land and the creation of production facilities right on Vulpter!!! The thought of this pained Timir to the core for it had been so long since there last correspondence who knows what could have befallen in the mean time since his disappearance so long ago. He then started to ponder dangerous thoughts such as, what if she was angered and called out a hit on me to have me killed!!! Or worse, turned into Republic authorities and be forced into slave like labor as a penance for my 'so-called' crimes against civilization!!
Timir however soon calmed himself as he finally reached the landing site near his humble underground abode, unflatteringly sitting beneath an abandoned battle droid factory that not even the Hutts would dare send there lackey's or the Bounty-Hunters guild would touch if they had to. Timir had been blacked out and even nearly held as a permanent hostage during his disappearance by 'Republic officials' as they said. Still, all of this was behind him now and no longer an issue, the memories of what befell would not be recounted, however, it can be said that Timir's trust in humans has dwindled significantly.
As he slowly sauntered back into his home, Timir reactivated his creature comforts and the security systems around the battle droid plant of which many remnants served as guards or servants-you know the old B-1 models. Finally reaching a place of comfort and conditions akin to his native Skako, the Skakoan relinquished the duties of his weathered Pressure suit for now.
Wondering where his old associate had gone to and to see if she was upset with him or still interested in his home Vulpter, Timir sat back in his dark office, once the foremans room for the droid factory, and booted up his computer systems immediately calling on the one he had struck a deal with so long ago.
[member="Alli Wren"]
Timir however soon calmed himself as he finally reached the landing site near his humble underground abode, unflatteringly sitting beneath an abandoned battle droid factory that not even the Hutts would dare send there lackey's or the Bounty-Hunters guild would touch if they had to. Timir had been blacked out and even nearly held as a permanent hostage during his disappearance by 'Republic officials' as they said. Still, all of this was behind him now and no longer an issue, the memories of what befell would not be recounted, however, it can be said that Timir's trust in humans has dwindled significantly.
As he slowly sauntered back into his home, Timir reactivated his creature comforts and the security systems around the battle droid plant of which many remnants served as guards or servants-you know the old B-1 models. Finally reaching a place of comfort and conditions akin to his native Skako, the Skakoan relinquished the duties of his weathered Pressure suit for now.
Wondering where his old associate had gone to and to see if she was upset with him or still interested in his home Vulpter, Timir sat back in his dark office, once the foremans room for the droid factory, and booted up his computer systems immediately calling on the one he had struck a deal with so long ago.
[member="Alli Wren"]