Denak Kalamari
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Posted - 2015.03.17 06:48:00 -
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Denak sighed a heavy breath.
He had been standing in front of the entrance to the room for quite some time now, internally debating whether or not to step inside. He wasn't exactly discreet about his presence wearing long boots, padded pants and a t-shirt vest combination all in shades of black and grey, the scar on his right cheek prominently on display. His entire presence on the station itself was unusual, considering his status and position, but he didn't seem to care much at all of the possible curious glances from the passerbys, his attention was focused on nothing else but that entrance.
His index finger tapped his thigh repeatedly, occasionally preparing to make a step forward and then having second thoughts, halting his starting movement instantly, doing this process again and again for a few times. Foreign curses were sounded from Denak, until he silenced himself and took in a deep breath. Then he walked, step by step through the entrance hallway and into the room housing a bar and a few tables from the initial glance.
He twisted his head left and right, tugging at his high collar to seemingly hide something on his neck while scanning his surroundings, until his eyes finally were set on Kador. He smiled to himself for a brief moment, about to start a wave until he noticed Kador being occupied with someone else at the moment, debating against trying to get his attention for now. He took a few steps to the left to lean against the nearby wall, watching the Amarrian and his ever-present companion with a keen eye, waiting for the moment he became available. He wasn't doing anything to try and make his presence known, but he equally wasn't doing anything to hide it. He simply stood there, waiting patiently, in total silence.
I still write, just not about DUST anymore nor is it often updated. Read if you want
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Denak Kalamari
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Posted - 2015.03.24 21:47:00 -
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Denak noticed the gaze thrown to his direction by Kador, head turning slightly to eavesdrop on the brief exchange between him and Satja. Even with the noise of the bar muffling out some of the words, he could get the gist of the message, and as the Udorian made an approach to the bar, a simple nod of acknowledgment was given from Denak.
The plan to stay quiet in the background was soon forgotten though when two brief buzzes of electricity shocked through Crown, instigated by the three quite clearly up-to-no-good men. His posture instantly ducked slightly lower and his legs spread apart for better footing, almost kicking himself off the wall he was leaning on for better clearance around him. Already adrenaline was pumping through his fast beating heart while his entire body was preparing for combat, a rush he had not experienced for a long time. It felt almost exhilarating to him. He gave Kador and Satja one more look, an almost apologetic and regretful look on the Intaki's face. Then he charged.
With three powerful steps forward, he charged straight at the man who was supposedly the leader of the group, tackled him from behind and initiated wrestling in a suicidal fit of rage. He was yelling and flailing about wildly as he did his best job to beat his selected target into submission, all in intention to draw the attention to himself as the immediate threat to deal with. He didn't care the slightest about what would happen to him, whether it be capture, injury or even death, he wasn't going to stop or back off until the threat was gone or he was completely incapacitated. All this in vain hope that others could be given an opportunity to escape.
I still write, just not about DUST anymore nor is it often updated. Read if you want
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