05-08-2008, 02:29 PM
Deep within the confines of the Rebel squadron station, a door opens, and Out steps a Crimsion red hair Pilot, who has since his self-imposed meditation not shaved, exits. Followed closely behind by a Aging R3 Droid unit. It would take the man only Fifteen minutes to walk at a steady pace to the main confines of the station, and with a sudden burst of energy and enthusiasm, charges through the doors of Aslans Bar and Grill.
"HELLO EVERYONE! I LIVE!" He screams then he falls over onto the deck.
"Seems, Fireyone hasn't eaten in so long he's passed out on the Deck." Said B5 as he rolled into the small on-station Cantina.
"HELLO EVERYONE! I LIVE!" He screams then he falls over onto the deck.
"Seems, Fireyone hasn't eaten in so long he's passed out on the Deck." Said B5 as he rolled into the small on-station Cantina.