As the door opens, the light from the two setting sun shines around the silhouette of the figure in the door frame. The figure towers over anything under 1.8 meters tall. As the a brisk wind blows into the room, the figure's tattered cloak rustles over the magnificent sand-gold bulky armor, blacked in parts obviously from carbon scoring- definitely this individual has seen action. Its appearance is almost like a small military tank. Appearing to be a one-man army.
As the figure raises its head to the eye level of the party. The figure's helmet's T-slit glows a shockingly red hue. The figure is tense and holds a distinct military blaster rifle in its right arm and what appears to be a frag-grenade in the other. A bandolier is strapped across its chest. It looks like walking death.
His stance is first defensive, but seems to slacken after he notices the wookie behind the computer consoles.
He
glances at the room soaking everything else in including what ever details he can observe of the party of sentients infront of him. Before he enters the doorway he discreetly glances over his shoulders to pick up on anyother details as he covers his "six".
He enters the room and eases the blaster rifle aimed to the ground, yet still looking like a corellian panther about to lash out.
He looks toward the wookie and the helmets voice projector vocalizing a male gruff voice as he shrugs
Well... I never quite know what type of company you keep. With all the chakaar floating around this city, one can never be too careful.[spoiler]
chakaar =
mando'a for corpse robber, thief, petty criminal - general term of abuse[/spoiler]