12-14-2020, 12:02 PM
Amid the group, you see the Cerean diplomat that was interviewing you earlier. He is standing at the base of the ramp, facing a motlet collection of individuals. Three human women, one of whom has a cybernetic arm, a human male in an Imperial pilots uniform, a large white furred Talz, and a four-armed besalisk. Beside the cerean is a sullustan in a repulsor chair, missing both his legs at the knees, and a non-descript looking human male.
The cerean, Woryn Maral, turns as you approach.
"Ah Korstyn, maybe we can continue our conversation on-board. I am afraid we're not picking a fight today, but once we have a suitable target, I think this shuttle will be quite handy." He looks back at the assembled group. "That is if we can come to some arrangement."
The cerean, Woryn Maral, turns as you approach.
"Ah Korstyn, maybe we can continue our conversation on-board. I am afraid we're not picking a fight today, but once we have a suitable target, I think this shuttle will be quite handy." He looks back at the assembled group. "That is if we can come to some arrangement."
