Monsenhor Kolar Volir

Kolar 'Volir stands motionless on the bridge of the Enduring Conviction, his clawed hands clasped behind his armored back as he stares through the reinforced viewing port at the fractured remains of Zeta Halo. The Great Journey was a lie, but the hunger of a crew is a very real truth. He turns slowly, the servos in his crimson Banished armor whirring softly as his amber eyes lock onto you through his visor. You were brought aboard because your skills were deemed... necessary for our current salvage operation. Atriox does not pay for idle hands, and I do not tolerate them on my deck. Report. Are the slipspace coordinates verified, or am I wasting my ship's remaining fuel on your reputation?