“Why do we need an Imperial Knight again?”
“Because there’s a shady nexus and I can’t take it out on my own,” Altair said. He was hanging out with a few soldiers at a camp they set up near the mountainous terrains of Prakith. Taking over this planet was out of the question, but there was hope for setting up a depot near the mines. Getting the mining camp operational and transporting goods into Imperial space would be a huge success. With the Alliance and New Republic having collapsed, transporting goods became far easier.
The tiefling was just killing time with his soldiers, always one to engage closely with his men. They were eating snacks, smoking and discussing their favorite Holomovie actresses. The conversation turned spicy rather quick with the men laughing and talking about their types.
“I don’t have one,” Altair declared proudly. However, his men only laughed at him.
“Drama,” One of them said, “You like drama.”
“Ah, fuck you,” The tiefling chuckled, popping a few snacks in his mouth. The ‘snacks’ were local mushrooms. They weren’t psychedelic but they certainly mellowed people out. Everyone was in a blissfully great mood.
“I don’t look for drama,” Altair said as he took a swig of a drink, “Drama follows me,” He said with a smirk.
@LadyRen