The Rebel Faction

Alicia looked up at the palace and snarls loudly. She had been an Empress once, before they found out her original was still alive. Now shes got some finances from her, but otherwise nothing.

"Yes, lets get a drink."

A being of average height and build for a human enters the bar not far behind Wanderer. He is dressed in a grey hooded robe with the hood up and pulled forward to shade his face. He wears black gloves, boots and a black belt which holds his robe closed. Under his hood, should someone manage to get a glimpse, a scarf covers most of his face, making it difficult to determine much about this being. He is obviously humanoid and has gone to great lengths to keep his identifying features hidden. The only visible weapon is a standard blaster hanging off his left hip, but if one looks closely, bulges in his robe suggest that he has various other items hidden away.

He sits at the bar next to Wanderer on whichever side of him seems to be less well lit. He places his credits on the bar and orders a caf from the bartender. He speaks to Wanderer in a deep voice without looking at the man. "Whatever we do, I hope we won't be advertising your credentials. I don't know about you, but I'm not fond of the feel of blaster fire burning through my skin." At this point he looks at Wanderer and adds, "So, maybe we can keep a little bit of a low profile in this place." Darian then looks back over the bar in search of the bartender and his drink.

OOC: I'm gone from this RPG, a bit too innactive for me. Sorry.