Invergordon Spaceport: Marauder Section.

[Lythrilux]

A steel boot landed on the metallic floor. The sound of metal on metal echoed throughout the area, as if to notify the presence of something great. The long, shadowy, black trench coat clung to the figure, as if it was almost a loose second skin. Dark grey trousers extended out of the coat, placing a metallic boot forward before bringing the rest of the figure out of the door.
As he walked down the steel staircase, a fellow Marauder greeted him on his descent. "Greetings, Grand Marauder" said the Marauder. The Grand Marauder turned his hooded head towards the Marauder "Greetings, brother" he said, in a slow, dry yet deep and commanding voice that sounded like it had been scorched by fumes released from scrapping equipment. The shining neon goggles illuminated through the black void of the hood. If not for the balaclava, someone would assume the GM let out a smile.
He proceeded towards the bar, receiving many respectful greetings and acknowledgement of his presence.

Once he finally made his way to the bar, he spied the famed Doc Holiday. Slowly, the GM made his way towards the Doctor.
"Hello there, Doctor" said GM, the words snaking their way through the way and towards the Doctor.

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