Ke Pasa
Blood Carver - Hunter
- Joined
- Dec 7, 2019
- Messages
- 21
- Reaction score
- 13
Unknown Space Station,
Standard Day Cycle Before Life Day,
Durasteel-tiled floor clang underneath him with every footstep, Ke Pasa had little need for stealth at the moment. The metal felt cold against his mostly bare feet, only covered in layers of wraps to shield his golden chitin from direct contact with the uncomfortably cool surface he walked on. Still, the fabric was too thin to insulate him fully and his large, black claws protruded freely, giving off additional taps against the metal with each footstep. Ke Pasa strode through those utilitarian hallways in casual, confident gait, clad in his usual traveling rags- a once crimson robe now stained with grime and faded with exposure to environments, leather hunting vest over his torso keeping the fabric from shifting too loosely around his thin, tall body, and wraps over his limbs as another layer of protection and decency. Over one shoulder he had the strap of his hunting blaster, the weapon hanging along his back and dancing in light movements to the rhythm of his steps, over the other he had a duffel-bag-equivalent with a change of clothes, some miscellaneous personal possessions, and a gift or two. On his belt there was that long, slender vibrosword in its sheath covered in tribal markings and Blood Carver decorations, as well as the holstered Westar-1 pistol, a hunting vibroblade, and a pouch for more trinkets he might find useful on the road. At the moment that summarized everything the alien hunter possessed.
Although he carried his weapons with him, it was not because his duty brought him to the station, in fact the opposite. Ke Pasa was currently on a shore leave of sorts, and the station was just one of the few waypoints he had to stop at to attend to his personal business. The weapons were there out of practicality, as a means of defense but also because it was easier to bring them along than to find a place to store them safely. He would have considered leaving the weapons with his fellow Sand Devil Nebulae Outriders, but this shore leave was their idea in the first place, as such they were each undergoing a similar journey at the same time or spending their free time in a different manner that still didn't allow them to look after his possessions. They informed Ke Pasa of some tradition they referred to as "the Life Day," a holiday he never heard of but it seemed important to them as they insisted on taking an extended shore leave to celebrate it, or at least they were intent on finding any old excuse to get a break from their duties. Their commanding officers didn't seem to mind, or care, and after some convincing Ke Pasa agreed to take that shore leave as well, especially once they promised to help him cover the cost of journey back to his planet.
It may have not been a celebration he was familiar with, but if it was within the spirit of Life Day to reunite with his family, then he certainly did not mind it. It's been a while since he saw them last, although he would not be able to set his foot down on their home planet and see them at their own home, the prolonged Extension he was banished to by their tribe forbid it. Instead, they managed to arrange for them to come up to the closest space station in their planet's vicinity, it was their he would meet them for few hours to catch up and share a meal before he would need to return back to his duties. It wouldn't last long but that was all his shore leave allowed for once the travel time to reach them was accounted for.
He still had one more trip before he would reach his destination, and his last shuttle wasn't scheduled to leave for few more hours, so until then Ke Pasa thought he would deal with his growing hunger and get a meal to eat at the local cantina. The cold durasteel tiles finally lead him to its doorway, an automatic door opening up with a hiss to allow him entrance, neon sign on the wall next to it read "Void Skillet." He entered and scanned over the interior. The cantina was as utilitarian and nondescript as the rest of the station- few communal, durasteel long tables filled its interior, flanked by durasteel, long benches for patrons to sit on as they ate their meals, a small bar area was being currently wiped by a droid bartender, one of the waitresses was currently occupying a stool by it. They both looked up at the new arrival, there were no other patrons in the establishment at the time, perhaps Ke Pasa would be their only one, perhaps he was just one of few travelers that would stop by the cantina before the day was over.
Either way, the alien gave them a soft nod, making his way over to the communal long table and slipping himself onto the bench as the waitress came up to bring him a holo-menu. He pulled his rifle off of his back, placing it over his lap and pointing to the list of dishes they offered once he recognized a list of ingredients he liked. She asked him if he would like something to drink, he squawked out an answer in Basic and she nodded, taking his order and moving away to pass it to the kitchen, the bartender droid already moving around to prepare his drink. Ke Pasa looked over the long communal table and the empty establishment, usually he preferred to eat alone in peace but this time he thought he might have been willing to make an exception and offer a conversation and friendly company to any other travelers who might come and join him.
After all, such things were in the spirit of Life Day.
Standard Day Cycle Before Life Day,
Durasteel-tiled floor clang underneath him with every footstep, Ke Pasa had little need for stealth at the moment. The metal felt cold against his mostly bare feet, only covered in layers of wraps to shield his golden chitin from direct contact with the uncomfortably cool surface he walked on. Still, the fabric was too thin to insulate him fully and his large, black claws protruded freely, giving off additional taps against the metal with each footstep. Ke Pasa strode through those utilitarian hallways in casual, confident gait, clad in his usual traveling rags- a once crimson robe now stained with grime and faded with exposure to environments, leather hunting vest over his torso keeping the fabric from shifting too loosely around his thin, tall body, and wraps over his limbs as another layer of protection and decency. Over one shoulder he had the strap of his hunting blaster, the weapon hanging along his back and dancing in light movements to the rhythm of his steps, over the other he had a duffel-bag-equivalent with a change of clothes, some miscellaneous personal possessions, and a gift or two. On his belt there was that long, slender vibrosword in its sheath covered in tribal markings and Blood Carver decorations, as well as the holstered Westar-1 pistol, a hunting vibroblade, and a pouch for more trinkets he might find useful on the road. At the moment that summarized everything the alien hunter possessed.
Although he carried his weapons with him, it was not because his duty brought him to the station, in fact the opposite. Ke Pasa was currently on a shore leave of sorts, and the station was just one of the few waypoints he had to stop at to attend to his personal business. The weapons were there out of practicality, as a means of defense but also because it was easier to bring them along than to find a place to store them safely. He would have considered leaving the weapons with his fellow Sand Devil Nebulae Outriders, but this shore leave was their idea in the first place, as such they were each undergoing a similar journey at the same time or spending their free time in a different manner that still didn't allow them to look after his possessions. They informed Ke Pasa of some tradition they referred to as "the Life Day," a holiday he never heard of but it seemed important to them as they insisted on taking an extended shore leave to celebrate it, or at least they were intent on finding any old excuse to get a break from their duties. Their commanding officers didn't seem to mind, or care, and after some convincing Ke Pasa agreed to take that shore leave as well, especially once they promised to help him cover the cost of journey back to his planet.
It may have not been a celebration he was familiar with, but if it was within the spirit of Life Day to reunite with his family, then he certainly did not mind it. It's been a while since he saw them last, although he would not be able to set his foot down on their home planet and see them at their own home, the prolonged Extension he was banished to by their tribe forbid it. Instead, they managed to arrange for them to come up to the closest space station in their planet's vicinity, it was their he would meet them for few hours to catch up and share a meal before he would need to return back to his duties. It wouldn't last long but that was all his shore leave allowed for once the travel time to reach them was accounted for.
He still had one more trip before he would reach his destination, and his last shuttle wasn't scheduled to leave for few more hours, so until then Ke Pasa thought he would deal with his growing hunger and get a meal to eat at the local cantina. The cold durasteel tiles finally lead him to its doorway, an automatic door opening up with a hiss to allow him entrance, neon sign on the wall next to it read "Void Skillet." He entered and scanned over the interior. The cantina was as utilitarian and nondescript as the rest of the station- few communal, durasteel long tables filled its interior, flanked by durasteel, long benches for patrons to sit on as they ate their meals, a small bar area was being currently wiped by a droid bartender, one of the waitresses was currently occupying a stool by it. They both looked up at the new arrival, there were no other patrons in the establishment at the time, perhaps Ke Pasa would be their only one, perhaps he was just one of few travelers that would stop by the cantina before the day was over.
Either way, the alien gave them a soft nod, making his way over to the communal long table and slipping himself onto the bench as the waitress came up to bring him a holo-menu. He pulled his rifle off of his back, placing it over his lap and pointing to the list of dishes they offered once he recognized a list of ingredients he liked. She asked him if he would like something to drink, he squawked out an answer in Basic and she nodded, taking his order and moving away to pass it to the kitchen, the bartender droid already moving around to prepare his drink. Ke Pasa looked over the long communal table and the empty establishment, usually he preferred to eat alone in peace but this time he thought he might have been willing to make an exception and offer a conversation and friendly company to any other travelers who might come and join him.
After all, such things were in the spirit of Life Day.