Vyaeh:
Vyaeh smiled as he walked out of the terminal and onto platform B. He took a moment to appreciate Omega for what it was. To him, Omega was nothing less than raw opportunity waiting to be taken advantage of. It was here that he could work, without laws or restraints, to get ahead. To get to where he wanted. In only a few short months, he had gone from a simple Navigator to a Captain of his own ship. It might have taken him years to achieve that on Illium, but on Omega, his talents would be propperly rewarded.
"Another good job," he said as he turned back to his crew a final time. Each of them were happy to be back home. A leave would be appreciated by all of them. "Remember, 36 hours before we do this all again. Get some rest, have some fun, and make sure to get your pay."
"Right, well, I'll be seeing you then Captain," he said, nodding as he gave the bag strap he had slung over his shoulder a firm tug. "I'll grab something to eat and see if I can find a few other pilots willing to lose their earnings to me again."
He turned off right, heading down to terminal B-9 before shouting back.
"C'mon Alex, get your ass in gear!"
Alex picked his back up as he gave a slight salute to Vyaeh as he passed.
"Take care Captain."
He then hurried up to catch up with Liam as they passed terminal B-9 and headed back down to the centre elevator.
"Let's go," Vyaeh said as he checked he had everything quick. His bag was closed, credits chit in his pocket, and pistols on his sides. He slung his bag over his shoulder as he indicated for Tres and Mertux to follow him.
Mertux gave final look around, before reassuring himself that he was safe, and joining up with Vyaeh and Tres as they headed towards the elevator beside B-12.
Finally home.
Vyaeh smiled as he walked out of the terminal and onto platform B. He took a moment to appreciate Omega for what it was. To him, Omega was nothing less than raw opportunity waiting to be taken advantage of. It was here that he could work, without laws or restraints, to get ahead. To get to where he wanted. In only a few short months, he had gone from a simple Navigator to a Captain of his own ship. It might have taken him years to achieve that on Illium, but on Omega, his talents would be propperly rewarded.
"Another good job," he said as he turned back to his crew a final time. Each of them were happy to be back home. A leave would be appreciated by all of them. "Remember, 36 hours before we do this all again. Get some rest, have some fun, and make sure to get your pay."
"Right, well, I'll be seeing you then Captain," he said, nodding as he gave the bag strap he had slung over his shoulder a firm tug. "I'll grab something to eat and see if I can find a few other pilots willing to lose their earnings to me again."
He turned off right, heading down to terminal B-9 before shouting back.
"C'mon Alex, get your ass in gear!"
Alex picked his back up as he gave a slight salute to Vyaeh as he passed.
"Take care Captain."
He then hurried up to catch up with Liam as they passed terminal B-9 and headed back down to the centre elevator.
"Let's go," Vyaeh said as he checked he had everything quick. His bag was closed, credits chit in his pocket, and pistols on his sides. He slung his bag over his shoulder as he indicated for Tres and Mertux to follow him.
Mertux gave final look around, before reassuring himself that he was safe, and joining up with Vyaeh and Tres as they headed towards the elevator beside B-12.
Finally home.