Harkus Viaken
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- Joined
- Aug 18, 2016
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How the hell did I end up here? he thought, staggering to his feet as the soft tinkling sound of broken glass accompanied his rising. Gently he suppressed the button to open the night shutters on the main viewing portal of the ship in which he found himself.
Balls. God damn Yavin. he said, his memory returning.
Checking his comms unit, which was very much dead, Harkus Viaken cursed the oddity of his situation. He'd arrived (or at least tried to) a few hours ago, his Shuttle bringing him low over the planet, the recently graduated pilot attempting to prove himself to his dignified cargo, flirting with the tops of trees as he flew all to low in an attempt to impress.
The only survivor of the crash that has resulted from this brashness, Moff Harkus staggered out of the crash site, standard issue pistol in one hand, broken comms unit in the other. Spying the nearby base, he limped around on corner, and froze, a look of total defeat on his face, as he saw the strike team of the GAR before him.
"Frakking Hell!" He deplored, his day was getting better and better....
OOC - Here you go @Fyreleader