by Durasay Mixo » Sun Jul 01, 2018 8:08 am
Durasay was staring out into space from the observation deck. His yellow-hued eyes focusing on Bankor, and her moons. The conflict that had been boiling over within him over the past week had settled somewhat, leaving him slightly jarred by it, but no worse for the wear. He stood there, his arms folded behind his back, his posture military rigid. They had been in such a hurry that he hadn't gotten a chance yet to try and survey the area to try and find out more information on Lelia's death. He would correct that when they returned. The mission was still paramount.
Oh yeah! I'm going there. Jedi business!
Their last conversation rang through in his mind. Based on snippets of conversations from before, he had a hunch as to who she had gotten recruited by. His jaw clenched at the thought, a slight surge of anger at not being available to help. He had rescued her once, he wasn't able to do so a second time. Not that she needed rescuing, but Durasay sometimes couldn't lose that need to be the big damn hero.
Relaxing his jaw, the Pantoran, shook his head, working through the visions in his mind, trying to just focus on the task at hand. The mission was coming to a head, and soon, it would be all of nothing. Breathing in deeply, he could feel the emptiness of the Space around the ship, matching the view through the plasteel viewplate of the observation deck.
Pantoran | Peacekeeper | Senator | Commanding Presence | Field Commander | Tough | Enhanced Leader | Strong in the Force
Carries: Paired Heavy Blaster Pistols w/ Bantha Eye Lasersight | Vibrosword (+1 Melee Defense) | Utility Belt with gear | Heavy Battle Armor (1/1 Defense)
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mando'a, Pantoran
"We won't leave anyone behind."