The droid C4 did not say any thing, Jaina waits for the normally articulate droid to explain their next action. "Well?"
The Space port hums with the sound of machines at work on machines. Creating the ambiant sound of movment but the droid remains silent.
With a hiss one of the doors opens to the port and a Man dressed in a red and White royal guard uniform steps on to the plat form.
C4 spoke up, "Next we meet Greyy Trespe him self."
The man stepped in front of them. He greets C4. "Welcome back old freind. You called and told me that you had some thing that would be of interest to me?"
The armored guardsman looks at the droids companion. The stifnis indicated he was trying to place a face. Then he relaxed his body as he found reconition. "Jaina, I presume. Yes, that would be a rather precidence for us." He says a few words and she responds.
Immediatly he reaches for his helmet unclasping the latches that hold it to his armor. SLiping off the white/red helmet he reveals a face that is aged by time and by war beyond it's years. Although middle age and quit capable he has a air of confidence that one may only obtain through the strife of experence recieved in one's life.
"I wished to speak with you in a unofficial capacity Jaina. I am a man in need of a person with your particular skills." He awaited her inquiry. Gestering towards the direction of the port that he entered through. They begin to talk as they head in a general direction. With Greyy leading the way Jaina at his left and the hulking biomechanical form of C4 not far behind.
