07-05-2019, 11:38 AM
Arriving at New York from Colorado's jumphole after dodging and cloaking most of the time to avoid Kusarian and Liberty patrols, restocking at Freeport 12, Shadowwalker wanted to take a quick break before he would try to contact and meet with Junkers and later Rogues about resources for Corsica Outer Sanctum which Malta has currently no access to. He was alone since Lotarra Sirran was on a vacation who knows where and Alexos Darkmantle was taking care of the Sarissa construction for Cadiz Cartel.
Greeted by the Junker station Rochester base, he docked in his personal ship called [13th]Shadowwalker and proceeded to walk outside, just to be sort of strangely greeted by the local population due to his robotic body, which is small, with a tail and covered with what seems like razors and claws at the end of his arms. Mostly black, with red stripes here and there, having only a trenchcoat with red Maltese Navy cross on his back and the sleeves. It was apparent that whoever would look at him, will recognize he's a very patriotic Maltese soldier, even if a very unusual and non-human looking one. Apart from the looks, inside, he was still a human.
Greeting few humans here and there, he walked towards the bar, the clicking sound of his metallic feet against the ground was ever present until he found a place at the bar and sat down, ordering a medium sized steak with some clean water alongside it. Being a little tired, he closed his eyes for few seconds, and scanned the environment for anyone he might recognize. Thinking about the matters at hand back at Corsica.
Greeted by the Junker station Rochester base, he docked in his personal ship called [13th]Shadowwalker and proceeded to walk outside, just to be sort of strangely greeted by the local population due to his robotic body, which is small, with a tail and covered with what seems like razors and claws at the end of his arms. Mostly black, with red stripes here and there, having only a trenchcoat with red Maltese Navy cross on his back and the sleeves. It was apparent that whoever would look at him, will recognize he's a very patriotic Maltese soldier, even if a very unusual and non-human looking one. Apart from the looks, inside, he was still a human.
Greeting few humans here and there, he walked towards the bar, the clicking sound of his metallic feet against the ground was ever present until he found a place at the bar and sat down, ordering a medium sized steak with some clean water alongside it. Being a little tired, he closed his eyes for few seconds, and scanned the environment for anyone he might recognize. Thinking about the matters at hand back at Corsica.