Khanid Trade Syndicate

[Brutal Psycho]

With a slight tear on his cheek Drago turned the key in the lock to the Palas office. The rather large Amarrian standing behind him quickly moved to snatch the keys from his grasp.

[--BODY--]

Drago stepped back and withdrew his hand clutching the keys tightly. "I'll have you know of my displeasure with your decision to increase office rental rates here in this bleak location. Be assured your actions will be brought by our delegation to King Khanid. Squeezing the industrial backbone is not something he'll smile brightly on.", Drago said forcefully. The station manager just grunted taking the keys as Drago handed them to him having made his point. Drago made his way to the hangar having no second thoughts about the closure. He did reminisce the memories made by years of inhabiting the Palas system. As He undressed and packed his incarnate attire aboard the craft and walked to the capsule loading area. "This dusty old place is falling to pieces anyhow."' Drago thought as the Neural cord locked into the nape of his neck and slowly lifted him back into his capsule. As the capsule began to fill with the warm gel Drago understood that it was a necessary move however saddening it seemed. As he undocked and set course for Danera he saw one of the known local ore thieves outside the station and the local chatter made Drago chuckle as he just found yet another reason why a place in Palas is no Palace at all....

[Drago]

Very, very nice Brutal.......I just have no imagination for this kind of thing!
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"Better to be a good liver than to have one"

[Xylella]

[Serpentine Logic]

East Khanid's homepage still advertises offices in Palas though...