The Bear's Cave - Sedona Station, Baffin (Formerly Freeport 14, Yukon)

[Dratai]

A person huddles in past crewmen and spacers of freeport fourteen. They looks sick, tired. The dark pattern under the currently unidentified person's eyes could at first glance be confused as tattoos or cosmetics dripping down cheeks from excessive crying, before one realizes it's a mix between signs of illness and an eeriely discolouration.

Androgyne, and wrapped up in one blanket after the other coat. covering themself up in an attempt to not be seen for their physical afflictions.

A while later, the person appears, reaching up, tip-toeing to reach the last required stretch to tap Malikk on the shoulder. While referring to the person as a he or she is equally viable, when you're a freak of nature, and sterile, either doesn't really count for much. The creature, mostly human, but sporting a smooth, yet rectangular, white texture over most of their face, as well as completely green eyes- rolled back and forth on their feet, from heels to toes and back. One hand resting in the other hand's palm as it waited for him to turn around. "Ibrahim Malikk, I presume?" An almost bird-like tone of voice uttered, followed by a bit of wheezing, familiar in its lack of physical strenght, from a recent video communication shared between the two.

"I.. You were interested in hiring me for my skillset?"

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One of these days, there will be a clever, stylish and/or funny signature here.
This is still not that day, however.