by Durasay Mixo » Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:09 pm
Durasay was restless. Even with the upcoming mission to fly out on, the Pantoran had other concerns flowing through his mind. The vision he was informed about from the Padawan, the death of Lelia. His own suspicions as to who was responsible. He hated questions without answers. So, he began to try and piece some answers together. Wandering the flight deck, he sought out a freighter that was said to be owned by a certain Jedi. One whom he had suspected had gotten Lelia involved in what had gotten her killed. If only from a few sets of conversations between the late Resistance Face, and his first conversation with the jedi-in-question.
Approaching the ship, he looked at it, standing at near attention. Being ready to launch in the Turtle, he was already geared up in his armor, helmet hanging off the back. He raised the comm, sending a hailing signal, hoping the Jedi was there.
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."