RP: Roy & Sinnan
The outpost was quiet this time of evening; the sun had already begun to set, and most of the soldiers and workers had filed off to attend their duties (or whatever it was that the Republic did on Voss, Roy was never entirely sure). He hadn’t planned on spending the evening in the outpost – he’d hoped to be back in Voss-Ka by now, getting drunk in that sorry excuse for a cantina, but the job he'd taken with Sinnan had taken longer than expected and the last transport for a few hours had already left.
Instead Roy sat hunched forward on a plain metal crate, absentmindedly rolling a pant leg up to inspect a scrape he'd received dodging some Gormak's blow. At least Voss had nice weather; his jacket afforded him just the right level of comfort, and there was something crisp about the outdoor Voss air, Roy would even venture so far as to say it was refreshing.
“Looks like we’ll be here for a bit,” the man glanced at Sinnan and smirked before dropping his gaze, “least you're stuck with my pleasant company.”
Instead Roy sat hunched forward on a plain metal crate, absentmindedly rolling a pant leg up to inspect a scrape he'd received dodging some Gormak's blow. At least Voss had nice weather; his jacket afforded him just the right level of comfort, and there was something crisp about the outdoor Voss air, Roy would even venture so far as to say it was refreshing.
“Looks like we’ll be here for a bit,” the man glanced at Sinnan and smirked before dropping his gaze, “least you're stuck with my pleasant company.”