Ardgal Raxis
More than a Man
Ardgal folded his arms across his chast, watching the stars go by. Hyperspace always made him so anxious, so restless. There was so little to do. So little to accomplish. He was a man of action, and while he could be patient and bide his time--this was different.
"Raxis We have arrived," the captain of this small vessel said. "Get your stuff and be ready for us to land. I got a schedule to keep."
It was little more than a shuttle, lacking real weaponry and armor, a civilian vessel that Ardgal had hired out for this journey.
"Of course," he said before turning on his heel and going into the small and cramped quarters.
"Raxis We have arrived," the captain of this small vessel said. "Get your stuff and be ready for us to land. I got a schedule to keep."
It was little more than a shuttle, lacking real weaponry and armor, a civilian vessel that Ardgal had hired out for this journey.
"Of course," he said before turning on his heel and going into the small and cramped quarters.