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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
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The excitement that came from the strange woman as she began to shoot off questions as if they answered his own, though the first one certainly came the closest to it. [color=SteelBlue][i]How truly I want to know the world? I was born into this universe, though until recently it was only the Sector...[/i][/color] Still, he let her continue her speech, though he was ready to intervene should she forget that was a blade of plasma she had near her face. However, before she could finish, the droid owner of the shop came back out and she replaced her hilt solemnly on it's stand, and then turned around again.

After a moment, she smiled again and introduced herself as Akagalcia followed with asking for his own name. Instantly, his first reaction was to give only the alias that used to give Dominion Ghosts something to think about before pushing on, a moniker that had given him just enough anonymity back in Koprulu that his enemies approached with caution. Then his brain caught up and he caught himself just before the words left his mouth. This was a new start, better to give his real name than an alias here. [color=SteelBlue]"Rave. Rave Mallard, Spectre with Raynor's Raiders, not that that means much out here."[/color]

[color=Gray]"Excuse me sir, but are you going to pay for that blade?"[/color] Mentally facepalming, the Spectre turns to the droid and, after several minutes of working out the currency translation, buys it for 200 credits, which translated into 2,000 bits, somehow. Turing back to Akagalcia, he beckons out the door.

[color=SteelBlue]"Sorry about that. Anyways, how about we find somewhere a little more private for the rest of our conversation?"[/color]