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- Joined
- Nov 19, 2012
Cameron Uanviet, the captain of the Jade Raven slowly walked down the landing ramp of his vessel. The captain was dressed in a simple black leather jacket with red stripes along the shoulders and the forearms. Across his chest was a simple grey shirt with a popular soft drink logo and his pants were finely made silk and fabric mesh of different shades of black.
His boots gave away some of the captain's heritage as they were covered in silver rims and side plating that had intricate designs set in them. Given how ostentatious they were he appeared to not really mind if anyone figured who he was. The exiled prince had a double barreled modified pistol and long blade set at his hip for exactly that sort of trouble it if looked his way.
His own gaze settled on the gold and green armored soldiers that dotted the port of Hell's Pits, a dock on the planet Skirm that was as far from the capitol as you could possibly be. The Hell's Pits didn't pretend to be demonic, rather it was named after the natural gas and mineral deposits that had been mined a thousand years ago when the port was a simple dingy outpost. Now it was a bustling hub for those who preferred the more seedy elements.
That was why the guards gave the man pause. The gold and green armored sentinels were Templars, agent of the Galactic Order. A universe spanning singular church of which Cameron had specific hate for. He decided to make the trip to Skirm as quick as possible and he paid one of the robot overseers a hundred credits to get his ship fueled and washed with an extra twenty credits to the human mechanic who was actually doing the dirty work. The man thanked him and then pointed the young human towards the Gilded Hen when Cameron asked him where the best show in town was.
With that and one of his charming smiles the young exile started heading downward from the docking berths to a lower level where the town proper was actually located.
His boots gave away some of the captain's heritage as they were covered in silver rims and side plating that had intricate designs set in them. Given how ostentatious they were he appeared to not really mind if anyone figured who he was. The exiled prince had a double barreled modified pistol and long blade set at his hip for exactly that sort of trouble it if looked his way.
His own gaze settled on the gold and green armored soldiers that dotted the port of Hell's Pits, a dock on the planet Skirm that was as far from the capitol as you could possibly be. The Hell's Pits didn't pretend to be demonic, rather it was named after the natural gas and mineral deposits that had been mined a thousand years ago when the port was a simple dingy outpost. Now it was a bustling hub for those who preferred the more seedy elements.
That was why the guards gave the man pause. The gold and green armored sentinels were Templars, agent of the Galactic Order. A universe spanning singular church of which Cameron had specific hate for. He decided to make the trip to Skirm as quick as possible and he paid one of the robot overseers a hundred credits to get his ship fueled and washed with an extra twenty credits to the human mechanic who was actually doing the dirty work. The man thanked him and then pointed the young human towards the Gilded Hen when Cameron asked him where the best show in town was.
With that and one of his charming smiles the young exile started heading downward from the docking berths to a lower level where the town proper was actually located.