It’s a day or so before the special commlink chimes in Razorback’s hotel room. Razorback is immediately awake, if he was truly asleep to begin with. He does take a second to answer the call as if not certain he truly wants to. “Good morning,” he rumbles into it after tapping the answer button. “Is…
Home again, Razorback Cliffwalker steps off the transport, his brow furrowed as he looks around with a sigh. His tail sways behind him as he makes his way towards the gate and Alhira. Two militia guards flank the gate at this entrance to the city. One holds up a hand while the other hefts a…
At a set of pre-arranged coordinates, Galactix brings himself out of FTL and comes to a stop in deep space. The location chosen is very remote; it is off any major travel lanes, even off travel lanes used by the more unconventional traders. There, he waits. Razorback sits in a conference room on board the…
