Post by Noxu Za'tire on Jan 31, 2015 2:28:20 GMT -7
Location: The Citadel
Immediate Location: Docking Bay 37
Date: 2186.5.19
Vacation time was hard to come by if you were a criminal smuggler in the galaxy. For a criminal smuggler, a vacation away from crime, smuggling, and worse usually ended up revolving around a visit to the Citadel. Sure, there was all sorts of unsavory things out in that area, but it was never as bad as places such as Omega, or anywhere else in the Terminus Systems. There were also far fewer surprises out in the Inner Council Space that made anyone be wary about. In the end, it was always one of the safest places to be to have a vacation.
The Citadel was exactly where Noxu had arrived earlier that day. Once he'd stepped out of the docking bay and into the elevator to the security customs, he knew that this day was going to be amazing. First, I'll do some shoppin', look for some ship upgrades. Maybe find some weapon mods, who knows? After that short run-in with Cerberus, there's no better time than now to get a vacation, he mused. With the long trench coat flowing along as he walked out of the elevator, he took a quick look around in an attempt to figure out his location. Been a while since my last visit. I have no idea where in the hell I am, his thoughts carried him.
Once he'd finished giving over his falsified registries of his ship and was cleared to enter the promenades of the Citadel, he immediately looked onward. "Customs. Gods damned things. Always have to check everyone runnin' 'bout on their damn place," he said quietly beneath his breath. Weapons, much to his dismay, were no longer allowed on the large satellite due to "security issues", so he'd have to wander the halls feeling half-naked, since he'd almost always had his blasters at his side whenever he had the chance.
"Ah, to hell with it. I'm goin' to Flux." Finally picking his destination, he began to wander off in search of the always entertaining club.
Immediate Location: Docking Bay 37
Date: 2186.5.19
Vacation time was hard to come by if you were a criminal smuggler in the galaxy. For a criminal smuggler, a vacation away from crime, smuggling, and worse usually ended up revolving around a visit to the Citadel. Sure, there was all sorts of unsavory things out in that area, but it was never as bad as places such as Omega, or anywhere else in the Terminus Systems. There were also far fewer surprises out in the Inner Council Space that made anyone be wary about. In the end, it was always one of the safest places to be to have a vacation.
The Citadel was exactly where Noxu had arrived earlier that day. Once he'd stepped out of the docking bay and into the elevator to the security customs, he knew that this day was going to be amazing. First, I'll do some shoppin', look for some ship upgrades. Maybe find some weapon mods, who knows? After that short run-in with Cerberus, there's no better time than now to get a vacation, he mused. With the long trench coat flowing along as he walked out of the elevator, he took a quick look around in an attempt to figure out his location. Been a while since my last visit. I have no idea where in the hell I am, his thoughts carried him.
Once he'd finished giving over his falsified registries of his ship and was cleared to enter the promenades of the Citadel, he immediately looked onward. "Customs. Gods damned things. Always have to check everyone runnin' 'bout on their damn place," he said quietly beneath his breath. Weapons, much to his dismay, were no longer allowed on the large satellite due to "security issues", so he'd have to wander the halls feeling half-naked, since he'd almost always had his blasters at his side whenever he had the chance.
"Ah, to hell with it. I'm goin' to Flux." Finally picking his destination, he began to wander off in search of the always entertaining club.