The Ghost
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- Apr 26, 2015
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He was trying to get a little bit of down time. Or at least that's what he told the rest of the crew. Part of it was true though, he did want to stretch his legs and it not be on the ship. As he normally did, Ghost made it a point to sit in some secluded area of the cantina. Usually he didn't want to draw attention to himself, but in establishments such as this, sitting so far out and away from the crowd usually meant business was being discussed and, or shady deals being made.
This one time Orrin didn't have his helmet on. Instead he was attempting to blend in a bit and only had his hood drawn up as he took a small sip from a highly watered down alcoholic beverage. One never knew when trouble may come knocking, so it was always best to try and stay alert. Well as alert as one could be while a mass of information was scrolling through the HUD from his cybernetic right eye. The problem he often faced with that, was while reading his left eye would move according to what he was reading. Giving an obvious indication of what he was doing. A fact that he more often than not, completely let slip from his mind.
Another small sip was taken while sifting through notes and gathered information while waiting for the other members of the Phantom to show up to the cantina. When they decided to show up he'd discuss a few things with them and see whether or not he should even make it a point to go ahead with this new idea he had hatched, or if he should just leave it alone and continue to go about doing things the same way he, and they, had been doing them. Until then, he'd continue sifting through id numbers for droid models and parts, as well as affordable and available weapons technology while nursing his drink.
This one time Orrin didn't have his helmet on. Instead he was attempting to blend in a bit and only had his hood drawn up as he took a small sip from a highly watered down alcoholic beverage. One never knew when trouble may come knocking, so it was always best to try and stay alert. Well as alert as one could be while a mass of information was scrolling through the HUD from his cybernetic right eye. The problem he often faced with that, was while reading his left eye would move according to what he was reading. Giving an obvious indication of what he was doing. A fact that he more often than not, completely let slip from his mind.
Another small sip was taken while sifting through notes and gathered information while waiting for the other members of the Phantom to show up to the cantina. When they decided to show up he'd discuss a few things with them and see whether or not he should even make it a point to go ahead with this new idea he had hatched, or if he should just leave it alone and continue to go about doing things the same way he, and they, had been doing them. Until then, he'd continue sifting through id numbers for droid models and parts, as well as affordable and available weapons technology while nursing his drink.