The Black Swans

[Reeves]

Damian hated coming here, owed to the fact that the former occupants were themselves insufferable enough, let alone the standards of the station's maintenance. Yet all the same he didn't seem bothered by the coldness, he seemed comfortable with it, donning a flight suit and having no need for anything special beyond its slick boots. His entrance caused the other occupants to grow quiet, if only to spend a second in recognition of the striped red and white armband on his left shoulder, along with the telltale depiction of a crowned serpent with a flared neck. It didn't take long for the other occupants to return to their quiet debate and for Damian to join the woman at her otherwise empty table. He took a moment for himself to loosen up his posture and rid himself of any trace of "helmet hair" before saying anything. His appearance wasn't anything like what was expected if somebody were asked to picture the leader of a group of Xenos. Pale white hair to go along with his complexion, followed by contrasting deep blue eyes. He had all the visual hints of youth, but none of the associated mannerisms, almost as if he were older than he appeared but not in any way that felt normal. "I can't tell if this place is better now than it was under the Legion. But it's infinitely more pleasant to not have them as my immediate neighbors anymore. Since we're doing this in person though and under a fairly informal setting, call me Damian. Cobra's just a call-sign and a bit of theatrics to scare the cops and average naval pilot." He hadn't brought any beverages with him, so it seemed as if he didn't plan on staying very long. Here only for whatever this discussion entailed and then away for whatever other business a person like him concerned themselves with. He had a reputation for always being busy, but somehow always having time.

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