Jackel in the junk

[Vaelin]

Vaelin

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Vaelin stepped from the Nephthys fighter, it wasn’t exactly to his style of flying anymore but he kept the thing for the history and novelty rather than practicality. Finding the bar was a effortless job for a station so small and music so loud. While he first noticed Mia, whose back was to him moving back to her seating with a glass in hand, he moved to the Juke box. Plugging his data device to it he uploaded a tune and sought to forcefully change it.

[Music]

Vaelin made his way to sat across from Mia, he looked no different from he had the other times she met him. Black clothing with a coat around his body. “Seems like you need to spend more time in bed.” He gave a rueful but hallow grin. “The citizens are being transferred over as we speak, The Anubis will leave and relocate elsewhere but I can stay for a while. What is it you were seeking to talk to me about?” He hadn't opted in aquiring a beverage. He settled back into the seat though his eyes still looking over the locals (If any were in sight). Ever paranoid.