Haytham Kaze
Judge, Judgury, Judgecutioner
The transport ship was racing off to the planet of Alderaan. Already it had penetrated the atmosphere of the planet, and raced down to the still green world below it. It was heading specifically in the direction of the Alderaanian mines. There, Haytham, and his newfound partner would procure Phrik for himself and a potential suit of armour that he imagined in his head. No longer would he strode around naked compared to those who he fought against.
Brushing a scar over his cheek, he grunted as he remained seated in the main area of the ship. Towards the back and in the cargohold were the mining droids and lasers. With them were a half dozen or so humanoid miners and technicians to make sure the gear ran smoothly, and well... With Haytham's eyes closed and the Force drawn into him, he wasn't particularly certain where [member="Saki lin"] was, but he supposed she hadn't ejected herself from the ship yet.
After all, they were going to be landing within a few moments.
Not that he could see it, but he could hear the technicians getting ready, and he could hear the ship as well. The repulsors were quieting, the ship's engines was slowing down as well. And as soon as the thought came to mind, he felt as it touched down. Slowly opening those grey eyes of his, he wouldn't be surprised if those around him thought he was meditating, but he wasn't the sort of that. He was more of the 'swing my lightsabre, I act make my own destiny' sort of theorist.
"I suppose we better move out."
Whether anyone heard him or not would remain a mystery. No one showed that they acknowledged him and so he shrugged, placing his hands on his waist as he strode down the ramp to spot the mine they would be entering for this karking phrik.
Brushing a scar over his cheek, he grunted as he remained seated in the main area of the ship. Towards the back and in the cargohold were the mining droids and lasers. With them were a half dozen or so humanoid miners and technicians to make sure the gear ran smoothly, and well... With Haytham's eyes closed and the Force drawn into him, he wasn't particularly certain where [member="Saki lin"] was, but he supposed she hadn't ejected herself from the ship yet.
After all, they were going to be landing within a few moments.
Not that he could see it, but he could hear the technicians getting ready, and he could hear the ship as well. The repulsors were quieting, the ship's engines was slowing down as well. And as soon as the thought came to mind, he felt as it touched down. Slowly opening those grey eyes of his, he wouldn't be surprised if those around him thought he was meditating, but he wasn't the sort of that. He was more of the 'swing my lightsabre, I act make my own destiny' sort of theorist.
"I suppose we better move out."
Whether anyone heard him or not would remain a mystery. No one showed that they acknowledged him and so he shrugged, placing his hands on his waist as he strode down the ramp to spot the mine they would be entering for this karking phrik.