L'alliance grande contre l'oppression

[Aftyn]

Elohyme walked in with purpose. His shoulders squared and his eyes lit with fire as he strode into the room. He gave a slight bow as he entered the room, and promptly took a seat in the Maquis section. Being the captain of a rag-tag but vengeful group of Maquis battleship hunters had left serious strains upon the man. Grayed hair, frayed clothes, and cracked glasses defined him. Willing to sacrifice all personal leisure to bring down the GRN in any way. He sat with arms crossed silently judging them.

One was already drinking; a bad trait in meetings like this. The other looked like a momma's boy, ready to run away at a moments notice. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. They were going to need more to get this Alliance started...

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