Luy
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2018
- Messages
- 105
- Reaction score
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Planet: Cona
System: Teke Ro
Sector: Inner Cluster
Region: Inner Rim, the Slice.
Co-ordinates: O-11
There is no place where espionage is not possible.
Teke-Ro was a blue orb over, in a tinged white sky. Shadows barely trailed in the midday light. Entering the administrative district, a large humanoid strode toward the central square. It looked this way and that, it’s respirator as augmented by a large hood creating an odd top heavy balance to its form. Long, large arms hung at its side, wrapped in straps and fabrics of varying shades of brown. Upon its back hung a large hardcase pack, containing a shipment of fine imported water and hermetically sealed packages of fresh fruit and nuts. It looked this way and that, then one meaty arm raised to show a strong hand, moving up and touching its head outside the hood. It then turned its searching stance now more focused and guided. With a sense of purpose it moved to the side of the Government building’s main concourse and approaching an alcove entrance to a public building providing an entity with a reprease from the wind.
A button was pressed on one of the arm’s forearm. A static edged voice crackled out over the sand filled air. “The old book you were looking for appears to have found safety with a protector.” It would be a good check to ensure that he had sensed out the right individual but under the mask of his rebreather gear and the hood, there was a playful smirk. Had his contact been keeping up with the code he’d been sent? It was unlike any others he’d encounter in his long years and that is why he favoured it.
His thumb caught his belt, the other hand holding the strap. A quick flick back would have him grasping the hilt of his saber, that lay under an outer wrap akin to the traditional garbs of some political speakers. But his head tilted as he inspected the assemblage before him. He hit the comms device again. “Maybe there is too much sand in my goggles, I understood you to be the rogue I was looking for.”
@Minuteman75
A button was pressed on one of the arm’s forearm. A static edged voice crackled out over the sand filled air. “The old book you were looking for appears to have found safety with a protector.” It would be a good check to ensure that he had sensed out the right individual but under the mask of his rebreather gear and the hood, there was a playful smirk. Had his contact been keeping up with the code he’d been sent? It was unlike any others he’d encounter in his long years and that is why he favoured it.
His thumb caught his belt, the other hand holding the strap. A quick flick back would have him grasping the hilt of his saber, that lay under an outer wrap akin to the traditional garbs of some political speakers. But his head tilted as he inspected the assemblage before him. He hit the comms device again. “Maybe there is too much sand in my goggles, I understood you to be the rogue I was looking for.”
@Minuteman75
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