by Dr. Cole Ormont » Tue Jun 19, 2018 4:54 am
Cole sauntered into the casino after saying goodbye to the Gand. He wasn't usually into sightseeing, but for the first time in a long time, he had time to spare. He was wearing his desert fatigues, Republic blue, distinctive white bibbed breast, it had a high collar and a gaiter. Over that was a thermal cloak with the hood drawn up against the chill of the desert night.
As he came in, the surgeon tossed back the hood, revealing his distinctive messy blonde curls, running a hand through them and looking around. His eyes fell on the lone Chiss, "ah, sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here."
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