OOC:

These are stories of what Drex does when he's not being shit at for the empire, they also elaborate more on how he came to be as he is. This is set quite some time before his recent return to service.

It was a trail of patience and a touch on the nerves of Drex Helban as the low class rickety shuttle descended upon the Vlarnyas spaceport. He’d chosen this set up mostly out of price as he’d seldom pay for luxury travel, while these drunken pilots and badly maintained crafts almost brought about near death experience they did their job of getting him where he wanted to go. He’d heard about Courkrus during a small encounter with an alcohol soaked waster who’d spoken fondly of the ale brewed there and the unique character in the locals. Drex had smirked wide when he heard this, ale he liked and people enriched by it where deemed highly entertaining. The passenger hold smelt of the man in control of the vessel as if he’d been living in it for some time without a means of personal hygiene, the man himself had a look about him as if his face had been smothered by one to many etched canteen tables, with a shaved head and a slightly singed greying beard.  He shared the single cabin with another man dressed for business with a shady look about him; he kept twitch or shifting whenever Drex caught his eye and he seemingly never slept.

With a scratching grin the shuttle shook as it touched down on one of the platforms, the pilot slid open the door to the cabin and banged against the hull a few time complete with words Drexhel could only relate to as grunting. He stood up as did the other man; there was an awkward encounter at the cabins exit where both tried to use it at the same time, Drex glared at the man who gestured willingly for him to pass first. The boarding ramp was rusting on the interior with small fragments sticking to his shoes as he walked down into the open air which was tepid but clammy with a breeze that licked his face. A sign stood with bold print saying port check in stood next to a three man service station and a short queue, Drex slung his pack over his shoulder and walked casually to the station.

Drexhel waited a few seconds before being seen by a bright faced security attendant beaming with a forced toothy smile “Welcome to Vlarnya, I just need your name and your inventory before clearing you”.

Drex bunged his pack on the counter loosening the clips as he muttered his own name “Drex Helban” he was tired and the false mood presented by the man before him annoyed him greatly.

“Ok so we have, lung blasters, 3 packs, clothing of civilian attire, only hand held data pad and” he pause for a moment as he examined the last items and his eyes widened as he realised what they were “one case containing twelve gun clips, sir are you holding any weaponry today?” 

Drex moved his jacket to one side revealing his DE-10 holstered at his hip “Is this a problem?”

“Not at all sir as long as it’s on record your fine” his smile widened making Drexhel cringe, he hated the bright and bubbly.

After a short spell of typing a small holographic card was passed to Drex, it had his name and port of entry labelled on it, he turned it over in his hand a few times before the attendant waved, ushering him to move along. He passed under a large carbon archway to find himself at the top of a large staircase, he looked up over the skyline of the city and then back down watching people bustling around at the bottom.

“Lets go find some of this ale then” he said aloud to himself as he lit a lung blaster inhaled deeply and begun his decent into the city of Vlarnya.