by Hamelin » Wed Jun 20, 2018 6:47 am
Hamelin takes a seat. He prepares to slurp down his nutrient paste breakfast. <Cho fekal epoc coie apcmemv vime apmne> He moves his respirator to the side long enough to slurp down the paste before taking it out of his maw and putting the respirator back.
"I am surprised at the number of Jedi that have come to Bankor. Plus I do not think I have seen you before... hmm.... maybe back at the meeting but there were a lot of people there."
Gand | Jedi | Ex-Criminal | Apostle of Death | Short
Carries: Ammonia Breath Respirator, Armoured Robes, Backpack, Lightsaber, Load Bearing Gear, Scanner Goggles, Spacesuit, Thermal Cloak, Thermal Detonator, Utility Belt
Ship: Staccato