- Joined
- Dec 16, 2018
- Messages
- 368
- Reaction score
- 90
The paint was beginning to fleck and peal on his armor. At least the orange and red parts were. Those were the majority of the plates of his Beviinir armor. His right arm and hand was the only bit painted red though. The small crumb like pieces of paint that had dried long ago fell to the deck of the cockpit.
His fellow Kelborn clan mates inside his ship were not tensed or overly worried about their situation. The Field Marshal was the governor of this system and had his troops pull away from the hyperwave bouy. The large construct sat on the edge of the system and was normally guarded by sentry turrets and a squadron of starfighters at a minimum. But today he and one other associate would be slicing into the system and setting up his own 'wire tap' of any communications going in, out and through the system.
Keying the communication link he established a secure connection with Cardinal. "Ya brought an EVA suit or flight suit right?" He was going to need it unless he was planning on directly docking with the small maintenance corridor to do the tap.
@Brick