by Durasay Mixo » Tue Jun 05, 2018 11:44 pm
It was amazing what happened when one's home was all but destroyed. The people of Bankor knew it, now, Durasay knew it to. He had found quarters amongst the Barracks, which was easy enough. And a place to eat. He wore an old military uniform, clearly identifying the wearer as someone who was in the Pantoran Defense Forces. Sitting at a table, alone, Durasay poked at the tray of food before him. Rations apparently hadn't gotten much better since his time in the military, but that was to be expected. He was quiet, watching those eating int he mess hall, the groups they put themselves in.
A sly smile as he took a bite of his food, and pondered the situation.
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."