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  1. Vox nodded and turned to the direction of the shuttles ready to take off, in turn Krexis spoke in a calm and quiet manner, "PlanetSide? I don't expect they would have a currency we can use for supplies?" "Yeah! And what about our situation? Aren't we looking for a new home or something?" Varsus asked a little too loudly, not that it mattered since it was in the Nudono tongue. Vox sighed, placing his Puncture Rifle on the magnetic clamp used to holster it. Indeed, that thought came again but he knew it would take time... the Chieftain looked down at the still armored recruit and considered how to best answer. Varsus would ask questions nonstop unless snapped at but it was all for good reason, he and everyone else were worried of the current stance with their new... allies. Sure Vox and co. completed a minor mission or whatever was above minor, still he knew well they'd have to work to earn a full in trust and compliance from these Imperials. It was outside the realms of what the tribe was used to doing and they had no choice but to take chances: either suffocate or deal with outsiders. The Chieftain finally answered Varsus while unclipping his helmet and a hiss escaped as a sign of released oxygen, "Our situation is a temporary home and servicing these outsiders simple as that. And yes, we are here for a new home however we must fulfill our end of the deal in order to prove our worth, gain trust, and find a true partnership. We can't rush this process, in doing so would create skepticism and they would lose tolerance. For now, the ball is in our hands, we best not drop it." Varsus was ready to ask a question as he took removed his helm but the still covered Krexis thumped the recruits side, shaking his head as a warning to not push any further. Varsus exhaled a little loudly out of frustration, Krexis removed his helmet as well to show the snow white scales he possessed. The two followed their leader as they boarded on the shuttles ready for takeoff, Krexis still waiting for an answer as Vox sat down. As far as the white Trandoshan knew Vox was contemplating and he sat down next to his leader, leaning back into the metal wall of the ship to help relax his nerves. "We'll have to," Vox finally answered after the ship made a jerk taking off, "I'll need to find our current commander but I'll see what I can do. Mythant I think his name was." Krexis relaxed at that answer, knowing his Chieftain always came through despite the recent losses. For the three soldiers, this small mission helped ease their minds as failures, the sniper and recruit took a brunt of their own blames as there were no right decisions in the lives they lost... only seven total remained. First was leaving, more than seventy percent of the tribe left with Vox, including the seven survivors that were present. Then came the hijacking of a Black Cloak warship, tracked down a day later and the Black Cloaks ships were defeated, but the Trandoshans crashed from unexpected damage on an ice world losing more than ninety percent of the tribe not to the ships landing, but to the frigid cold. These times were dire. Vox closed his eyes as to ease his mind, focus his thoughts and goals, what to do from here on out. "R&R," Wasn't exactly a word he knew but it seems to relate to rest from what he could gather. Maybe. His eyes opened however with a roll as Varsus began to talk, not exactly sure what it was, but he spoke in of course questions. He sat up properly from a slump and turned to the young Trandoshan who was up with a helmet in hand. "So... are you up yet?" Varsus asked impatiently. What? Vox only closed his eyes for a second or so he thought. Krexis reached out with a hand and helped his leader up, and there it was, a sudden shift from awake to near sleep and fatigue. His body felt tore and began to pulsate in pain in certain areas. Standing up was sending jolts of aching down his spine, alas Vox remained standing as he made his way out of the shuttle. The area was clearly city, more of a "poor side" if such a thing existed much like a slums except this was more acceptable, they were right outside a simple Imperial building used as a station for deliveries and troop assignment for recruit from the area. As the trio stepped out of the shuttle they were given odd looks by Imperials and passerbys alike, individuals wondering about why there were Trandoshans here and why on God's earth they wore odd attire. The Chieftain walked away from the building as well as his company and started down a street until he spotted one of his soldiers sitting outside sharpening the blade of his Puncture. He was in no more than a loincloth, deep blue and brown scales covered his body in blotches with small strips of yellow spotting his scales. He looked up and gave a nod to Vox who replied with, "Get some clothes on you heathen." "I'm going to look for Mython, you stay here and rest." Vox stated to Krexis and Varsus giving them his helmet. Regardless of his armor and openly carrying weapons, Vox had no worries of how he looked as long as people strayed from his path. As he walked, the Chieftain went from the simple and lesser side of the city to the better and prettier within thirty minutes. Gazing at the sights, looking at the different shops from jewelry to simple items were quite interesting but when a certain smell hot him Vox couldn't help but follow it. Different smells, cooked foods of many kinds were scattered between restaraunts of various names. His Common wasn't great, Vox opted to use Traditional Trandoshan as that was the closest he could get to a fluent language. Looking at each sign and name, colors and sizes, Vox wasn't sure with what to do until he saw a familiar face. "Mythis," Vox said to himself as he entered the 'Taste of Alderaan,' unaware whether it was a reserved or whether there was a line he simply waltzed in clear on his mindset. @Mythos
  2. Vox took the pat as a sign of good fortune, seeing Mythos congratulate the others it looked as if there was nothing more. The least Vox did was complete his task and hopefully, hopefully soon they can find a suitable planet for his people. In due time it will happen, and he hoped he wasn't just another body on the field. The Trandoshan turned and saw his other two comrades walk toward him, meeting them halfway, they would agree to meet up with the others... Wherever they were on this ship. He went to the nearest officer or whoever looked to be in command. "Pardon, but I ask where the rest of my people are and if you could show me," Vox asked an individual, "I'm not necessarily sure as to what we need to do... Should we rest that is better but if there is another assignment, preferably with only myself or two of us then I'll accept it." ((I'm so sorry for the short post, this is for whoever answers... Up to y'all!))
  3. Vox followed the team and as they entered the college the lot was quick to begin. Vox took his own set of explosives as he thought to go his seperated way, wanting to make this operation go swiftly instead of standard time. Unfortunately he had two soldiers tagging alongside but regardless if he had some more hands it'd help. As he began the Trandoshan took one of the charges and studied it for several seconds then saw how the soldiers used them. He understood it and began to set the charges on where the internal building was best supported in that sector. The trio quickly applied whatever explosive until they circle around to meet the primary group as soon as charges were set, Vox began to wipe every information from every terminal he came across, the others doing the same. However the difficulty came with the main computer. In his minor teachings from Romulus and the hijacking of Storm Scurry the chieftain learned many things. Despite that, Vox had one of the more knowledgeable men reset and wipe out every information. However it was taking too long, all that info slowly erasing and they were limited on time. Short cuts, an idea Vox came up with on the shuttle. The Trandoshan pushed the soldier aside and carefully took apart the interconnected row of explosive grenades used for his Puncture Rifle. Immediately he set the explosives throughout the entire room and smashed the primary computer to where it was still deleting and internal systems were indefinitely working. He set the last charge into the working of the machine, the grenade making sure that once the party began it bursted as well to take care of anything surviving. Repeated the process with the rest of the computers in the room, Vox finished he and the soldiers immediately left the complex. Running, the group exited the building with about fifteen minutes to spare. This wasn't difficult and if given more time Vox wouldn't have been so hasty with the process that main computer went through. By now it was surely done but if not every drives, memory bank, circuit and so forth would be melted and disintegrated. Once reaching the first ship, Vox climbed aboard after everyone else to make certain that none dragged behind. He stood in the shuttle taking one good look at the entire college. He only hoped the best would happen.
  4. Primary Account: Vox Discord: SaucyPilgrim First Name: Joshua Active Character(s): Vox
  5. As Vox stood waiting for the ship to land and open it's door he heard a sudden voice. Looking down he saw... a thing, certainly sapient as it spoke in a males tone and clad in an outfit. The Trandoshan could only think of the question though, never has he ever hunted alone as his land was always on the brink of war or constantly skirmishing with rogue clans. For those reasons hunters and scouts were to never go alone so least one of the few can return or for reinforcements. Many trials did he and his fellow class of initiates perform with some failing and many dying from hunting massive beasts the particular pack were assigned to. The most fearsome that no one ever killed was a Behemoth, a large feline-like beast sporting horns and spikes. It was the fiercest apex predator until Vox and his hunters put it down with no casualties. Due to his leadership skill and fearlessness Vox was allowed to take it's horns and teeth as trophies, he was the first to feast on it before the final trial. From that day he carried the Mark of the Beast, a necklace passed from predator to predator. However said necklace was lost in exile, left behind on the homeworld Vox and co. left. The Trandoshan nodded in response before the creature, or Mythos, said he'd have a chance to prove himself. Vox didn't doubt that, he didn't respond with any words but a simple grunt. He knew what he was capable of and never doubt his abilities, but it was the doubt of how well this mission would turn. Failure after failure Vox was responsible for the death of his kin, though he couldn't do anything to prevent it the burden of several hundred souls lied on his shoulders. This time around, the chance to prove himself was to come very soon and possibly redeem himself as a competent Chieftain... those in this case he was the soldier, a role long forgotten till now. As the ship made a loud thud and a sudden shift of it, it's doors opened and Vox followed, two people already greeted Mythos and crew. Mythos spoke giving orders for people to evacuate and certain roles for people. He then turned to his soldiers and the Trandoshan, giving him specific orders to set explosives to the structure and disable any technology within the College. With such a little window however, or however long an hour is, he was limited on time as it was. Computers weren't exactly his savvy, however explosives were... and he had an idea he kept selfishly. He was to go with this "McAllister" and troops to complete the mission. "Understood," Vox replied in Trandoshan, "It'll get done," He then turned to the McAllister and said to her with Puncture Rifle ready, "Lead the way, I'm ready to get this accomplished."
  6. Vox nodded to his soldiers then they all stood, cocking their weapons and sliding on their helmets. He activated the HUD inside the helmet and Krexis and Varsus followed suit, they would have a radio channel privately between the three as to keep communications on their situations whether they were done with their roles. Vox ordered them to make sure every weapon was ready for combat in case there was some. The last thing he needed was to lose one or even both of his comrades, worst of all it would mean losing an extra gun and a sniper. Vox pushed the thought away as he knew second guessing wasn't much an option and would very well effect his own combat. As the man spoke, Vox became a slight tinge worried about this mission but again shoved it away. He looked over to his own men and told them they were under the second teams command for the time being. While Varsus did start to protest Krexis slapped the back of his helmet as a sign to stay silent. The chieftain climbed aboard the lead ship while the other two aboard the following, all mentally readying for the assignment and praying to their gods to keep them safe and prevailing. Vox hadn't worked alone on his entire life at least not without his kin close to him, this would be the first he'd have to work with other beings in this scenario. It was odd really, but he focused his sights and train of thought on what's to come.
  7. Vox and co. stopped and stood with the rest of the individuals as he assumed that's where he was going. He witnessed seemingly two different factions of the same cause yet there seemed to be an air of ire against one another. Some looked at the chieftain and his two soldiers whispering as to what they were. No one had seen armor like their and the helmets did nothing to give any familiar features until the chieftain spotted an individual walk toward the entire group. This was most likely the acting leader of the mission that knight spoke of, and if that was the case then Vox would be more respectful. Pressing two clips on either side and twisting left just slightly the chieftain pulled his helm off to which the sealed are in it gave a hiss as it escaped. His two soldiers did likewise albeit Varsus had trouble taking his helmet off properly and had help from the pale scaled Nudono Krexis. Successful as they were, Varsus was revealed to have a lush green scale pattern with diagonal stripes of mud brown and orange. Vox himself was lush green as well but had blotches of lighter green shades. Krexis... Was Krexis, he had no patterns, not even a single dot of different scale, just pale white. The three remained silent as this commander stared at the Trandoshans, clearly them waiting for him to speak. The Commander gave his instructions, Vox carefully listening to him as the details of the mission were quite simple. When he said few casualties Vox immediately thought that the group might have resistance, from who he didn't know. The Commander then asked if people had any questions to which Varsus' hand slowly lifted until Krexis slapped it, luckily going unnoticed save for the foreign troops closest to them. The Commander demanded they get something to eat then dismissed them, the Chieftain simply giving a nod and walked away just a few feet. Vox was quick to set his helmet down and look over his weapons, making sure they weren't damaged in the slightest. Scratches and small cuts were present but given their time of usage and wear it was obvious they would have some form of light damage. But it appeared it was nothing to worry about, nothing that messed with the firing mechanisms nor any parts of the weapons. Krexis on the other hand knew his weapons were quite functional and chose not to go over them, Varsus doing the exact same except he seemed... Anxious. Anxious to leave and go on a real mission instead of constantly running. He seemed excited, Vox concentrated on his thoughts and weapons while Krexis pulled a small hand-sized bag out and began to grab pieces of dried meat. "So sir," Krexis spoke for the first time, his tone was near silent and calm as he sat on a crate, "The mission details a rescue, grab and go if I'm not mistaken." Vox sat next to his fellow troop and pulled a strip of venison from the pouch. He took a bite and savoured the salty-sweet spices that were cooked with it. He then spoke after a minute of chewing, "Yes, the three of us will be going in lest we are ordered elsewhere. If we are met with opposition, armed forces against our new... Companions, I need you to hang back and act as Shroud, Krexis. If we meet said opposition I need eyes and ears from a vantage point, but if conflict isn't met then you'll be with Varsus and I." "I understand." Krexis replied. "So... Will we be fighting or are we going into the aftermath?" Varsus asked. "Most likely there will be a fight. If there isn't I would be surprised. Remember, we need to get to a medium range with our weapons, we don't have anything long ranged lest it's a Puncture Rifle," Vox stated nudging the weapon, "Eat, and rest for a few minutes. I don't know how long the travel will take."
  8. Vox continued his path, either of his two War Kin tagging on both sides. Perhaps he should have brought the other four men along the trip? They were going to battle and he knew said four couldn't keep going, as optimistic as he was Vox was exhausted but he still had strength, Varsus was younger and had plenty energy while Krexis... Stayed Krexis, he kept to himself. Chaox would have been perfect for the mission as he was the demolitions expert and naturally a better tactician than even Vox, but he was rash and thought of victory too soon, to add he took hard blows that hadn't healed and several broken ribs. Equinox couldn't focus, that was enough said. Romulus was too important to become a casualty of harm or death, and the newer recruit nearly jad his leg blown off. No, this was the best choice. Vox had hoped he could rest after this scuffle otherwise he will swear he'll sleep in the middle of blasterfire. The three followed, their faces covered from staring individuals and their eyes by their black visors. To Nudono customs, Vox was a heretic, but after he became righrful chieftain he got to make the calls. And if it would take long to edit their armor then now wouldn't be a good time. He followed the laughing knight, wordless as the other two Trandoshans made mental notes of their surroundings and people. (( @Raven ZinthosThat's chill))
  9. Vox nodded them nudged his head forward, a sign given to his men to move out. They pulled two massive crates be them filled with ammunition, weapons and spare armor parts and whatever munitions they had left. The bulky beasts made their way aboard the massive vessel, the troops alert for traps while Vox simply followed the knight. It was truly odd to his troops, for the first time they watched as their leader was following instead of leading however their thoughts and whispers broke as Vox spoke clearly and vocally. "Varsus and Krexis, you're with me. The rest of you remain with our new acquaintances," Vox ordered in native tongue, needing only his two capable soldiers for the mission. Varsus was a recruit back on Trandosha, young and full of energy but also as dumb as a rock. He was a good kid, honorable and loyal, took orders well and was willing to learn but gods below he wasn't the brightest. This would prove a test of his true worth. Hopefully he could survive without getting his hands blown off, he was proficient with a Puncture and a Mauler with Incidiary grenades. Krexis was a Shroud, or a sniper who was a recruit alongside Vox all those years ago. Quick on his feet, quick with a trigger and a sharper mind than a knife, Krexis was fully loyal and barely questioned his chieftain lest it was to give a suggestion. With these two more in shape than the rest, Vox was confident in his choice. He wielded a Widower rifle and both a Mauler and Spiker, generally having two spike and an Incidiary grenade as well. Already they were ready to take off, but Vox had a distinct feeling that there would be an alteration to their uniforms. Their own armor was the sign of how tested their metal was, it was strong, sturdy, and have been a symbol of their tribe for many years and long ago. Vox didn't want that change, perhaps making the armor better and change in color would be well but switching while suits was not something he wanted. "If by chance we are to utilize newer uniform, can we alter our armor instead?" Vox asked the knight in common Trandoshan, hoping for a decent answer, "And are we leaving now for this assistance?"
  10. Vox


    The Nimitz, the name of a ship older than most, a ship capable of handling major damage while dish out much more. The ship was classified as a planet cracker, known for literally cracking a planet open for it's resources. Due to this reason ships much like the Nimitz was generally used on desolate world's devoid of any and all life, due to the company who owned these ships years ago ignoring the reprecautions certain laws had to be placed as to avoid both bad reputation and any possible conflict. The company, it's name long lost, dissipated in time and the ships became simple parts for other vessels. Few planet cracker class ships were available, and the Nimitz was a shining example of the companies old glory. Originally designed as both a warship and cargo ship later used by the Rebellion, the Nimitz performed as an excellent ship in times of distress usually to back several other cruisers or to load copious amounts of cargo for one trip instead of multiple. And for it's size it wasn't a lumbering hulk, it definitely had speed outrunning even Star Destroyers by a margin. However due to its importance the Nimitz was repurposed as a mining ship as it was originally known for. This would allow the Rebellion or Empire to obtain invaluable resources, the ship was it's own rig thanks to the gravity tethers it and the ore brought from the planet came to great use. It had long range scanners, plenty of powerful cannons, decent speed and sturdy armor making it a great addition to the Alliance Fleet. One day it went dark in a sector between Nal Hutta Nar Shaada and Rafa V, several cruisers with the Nimitz to help combat enemy forces and take massive loads off its mining progress also stopped all communications. If the ship was lost then it wasn't a major loss... but it certainly wasn't a small loss either, not by a long shot. If the ship was somehow hijacked then it would prove a serious problem; by pirates the situation wasn't as severe as by the Sith Empire, but regardless anyone with the Nimitz was deadly. In the events of a hijacking, the ships AI automatically shuts down Central and main power, the backup generators used sparingly and only comms remain active. All weapons and shielding are shut down allowing the Alliance to access it without their own technology turning on them. Now that it became a reality, the Alliance sent a response team to investigate the situation. More particularly the recent additions to the flock: Vox Stormblood and his War Pack. Anyone else who came along were in a separate shuttle but Storm Scurry, an Allanar N3 Light Freighter, flew quite well compared to it's prior condition a week ago. With it were three individuals, Vox and two other soldiers as he deemed the other four needed more rest back on Nar Shaada. The low number didn't help but it was all that was needed... lest anyone else was on board. The pilot couldn't be counted as he couldn't fight but fly Storm Scurry. Vox agreed to help the Alliance fight the foe known as the Sith or as the Nudono called them, "Black Cloaks." They'd been careful to avoid conflict with them until their numbers build once more, but a mission like this could prove another run-in with little luck. The trio sat quietly, weapons ready and minds steady without a single peep. Simply they awaited their arrival to the large ship, Vox hoping it was either a systems malfunction, it was destroyed or if worse that bandits somehow gained control. He was briefed on its capabilities and suffice to say he was impressed, with there being a lockdown as well it shouldn't be too hard to get things back in order. Their armor had been restored, so we're their weapons, and the helmets showed none of the Nudono's expressions either. It had been a careful process being amongst people of different culture, being loyal to complete strangers but in the end it should have a good end result. Still, the numbers the Nudono chieftain lost to get this far lingered in his mind until the pilot spoke aloud. "Eight minutes till contact." The pilots voice boomed and the trio sat straight and trained their focus on the mission. If it was a battle then Vox knew his men longed for such a thing. To his right, the soldier had two Maulers, two Spikers and three spike grenades clearly poised for close quarters combat. To his left, the soldier had a Puncture Rifle and a Spiker with various clips and protected strands of Puncture ammo, two incidiary grenades and a medical kit on his waist. Vox himself had his trusty sword, a Puncture Rifle, several spike grenades and a Spiker. The three appeared ready for war, but who was to blame them in the trying times? Better to be ready for nothing then not be ready for something.
  11. Vox nodded and replied, "The seven of us are all that's left, and all that's willing to fight." Immediately the chieftain grasped the blades staff and pulled it from floor, the blade itself removed from the metal effortlessly. He flipped it and holstered the weapon. Vox looked back and barked something out and within moments his crew put away their weapons albeit hesitantly. Usually they had no help, no backup, just themselves and gaining a new ally was an oddity. It would certainly take time to trust strangers but Vox new that, especially with the skeptical troops amongst his ranks. "Get the equipment together if you've haven't already. We are leaving," Vox commanded the crew and turned his attention to the knight, "If you need us immediately for an assignment then three of us are ready. I don't want my most tired men too jumpy when on a mission."
  12. Vox was almost ready to agree when Equinox pulled his shoulder slightly. The younger brother jerked his head back for the older to talk. Being dragged the feet away, Equinox scowled at Vox and his immediate decision, Vox needed to think this through but knew his older brother was desperate for relief. But being dragged into a galactic war? It was outrage! "Are you insane Vox?!" Equinox whispered in native tongue, loudly but the effort was there, "We are starved, our equipment damaged, we are..." Equinox realized his tone raised but lowered it to a worried whisper, "We are... All exhausted, Vox. We need rest- you! You're the best of us, our leader, you need rest, brother. We can't have you blunder aimlessly into whatever conflict." Vox stared at Equinox hard, and after a minute of hanging silence he said, "I am well aware of my own condition, of our condition. I wouldn't plunge us into conflict so soon, we need rest. But let me remind you, Brother," Vox was chest to chest with Equinox and the clear size difference was made; Older to younger, taller and bulkier to shorter and slimmer. It wasn't intimidation emotionally but rather establishment of ranks. "I have known of our situation for some time. I have it planned out, but mind you that I am the leader of this kin, I understand your concern but it's time you quit your open rambles and let me handle it. Know your place." Equinox was quick to avert his eyes from the Chieftain's, and Vox walked back to the knight. A lot was on his mind, they saved the Nudono and offered for them to get involved in a war. He felt this was the just decision but there had to be a primary establishment of sorts. Vox was skeptical, that my was known, and he wanted to stray from the humble life amd earn his keep. He was bred for war, bred to bring peace to his people but once he walked away from them they followed and died for the search of a new home. Vox wanted to know if something first. "Before I accept, my kin and I need rest, nurishment, and a few moons to repair our equipment. We've been hounded by the Black Cloaks for so long it's kept us on edge... Had that blade been red," Vox pointed to the knights lightsaber in Trandoshan, "We would have killed on sight. But if we get involved I seek an isolated jungle, a new home for my people. And if it's against the Black Cloaks..." He turned to see the readiness of his troops and turned back, "We will provide support for your cause; so long as we get what we need."
  13. @Raven Zinthos Vox was a skeptic, at best the knight seemed a bit too friendly. Then again they must be going through a time of sorts, then again he shouldn't be too critical. Divine guided the reptilian here and the last of his people in tow, Vox had hoped this was a correct path and not some mistake. He mentally sighed, if a thing was possible, and looked the knight directly in the eyes as to show his full attention. "I've never heard of a Rebel Alliance before but since you've offered..." The chieftain looked back to his fellows who seemed tense then back to the group and continued, "We've been in space for some time... Low on supplies and reserved foods. It would be kind of you to take us in. Further, if you give us a temporary space to dwell then we can serve your kind for that time being."
  14. @Raven Zinthos The knight spoke to the Trandoshan, however used the traditional language and not the Nudono's language. Close enough. The greeting came a second time and the question arose about the Imperial Ship, what did happen? To Vox it seemed only yesterday since the event had happened but in reality it had been few days. The chieftain thought for a moment before continuing in regular Trandoshan as much as he disliked it. He looked at the mans hand curiously and almost wandered what it was for, almost looking at the man like he was stupid. "On our home world, we warred against the foreigners for control over our territory. In the end we had to assault a major force despite our clans chieftain's orders to allow them through. Our war pack were exiled, in turn more than half our clan followed us as ruin was to come if they remained. A hijacked starship later, we crashed on an ice rock after being shot down by the Black Cloak's vessels. Successfully we were able to quickly silence a Black Cloak Outpost and took this ship to escape our hunters. If that's explanation enough." Vox had no reason to explain how most of his forces were killed; the temperatures as the ships engine and any power supply were destroyed, most of the Nudono froze to death. Those without the armor, women, children, soldiers, all dead because Vox followed what Divine, or his gut told him. He's had a heavy burden, he was tired and hungry, he only wanted rest. Only when he found a new world to start over may he go back to Trandosha and take his people from there. It still bothered him, this entire time he was led here by the risk and death of his people, left with the remainder of his war pack.
  15. @Raven Zinthos Chaox, the most anxious of the group almost fired upon the newcomers, aimed at the laser stick fellow. Following his inner instinct, Vox without skipping a beat caught his younger brothers hand, quick to intertwine his four digits between his brothers successfully preventing any firing. It would have ended horribly. Chaox looked at the chieftain with disbelief however his face was hidden behind metal and a visor. Vox lowered the weapon and the others followed, showing the newcomers they weren't going to fire. The individual stepped forth with his weapon held and helm removed revealing a blond haired human, waving a hand and saying, "Hail and well met! Please identify yourselves. Your ship has entered restricted space." Vox in response walked up to the man with no concern for the dangers it brought, or the nervousness these men might have if they weren't trained well enough. Either didn't matter. Holstering his rifle, Vox unsheathed his tribal sword and lifted it before stabbing it into the metal floor. He undid two clips on either side of his helmet and twisted it slightly. A hiss of air released as he took it off, revealing a reptilian face in turn. It was clear he was Trandoshan related, his his more masculine appearance, color scheme, technology and the ridges of small spikes along his face told he was quite different. Vox looked down to the human and received a sense of calm, Divine led him here, his remaining people here. After trial and troubles it seemed Divine wanted Vox to meet these people. So he perceived. "Well met," Vox replied in a deep tone that sounded the hull, however it was in his native language as he couldn't speak Common, "I am Vox Stormblood of the Nudono Trandoshan, chieftain of my clan. It seems we have been led here to you and you have received our calling. We were out of fuel, munitions, and options otherwise we would have avoided this territory altogether."
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