Uncultured
Dreamer/Cynic
Piekkuri made his way into the back of the bar with his robotic companion at his side, drawing looks from surprised or perhaps xenophobic humans that sat at various tables or at the bar itself. The establishment that the Vardan found himself in was quite nice, in fact, it seemed too nice to be a bar and the furnishing of the business reflected the expensive location and wealthy patronage as the wood that the tables and bar were constructed of were made out of a fine grain that must have cost a small fortune to import to the city. Additionally, the price tags of the drinks and the specials of the day that had been written upon a chalkboard behind the bar added to the aura of wealth and privilege that surrounded the place, as each item seemed to be exorbitant in the pricing and not worth the expenditure for the common person, but obviously the rich patrons of the upscale place didn't mind shelling out large amounts of money in order to appear more affluent to their, no doubt, privileged friends.
Piekkuri had left his sword with the security at the front door as weapons were not allowed within the premises, but the man had failed to check the interior storage space of the squat robot that followed him, or the four bags it carried with it's four small and claw tipped arms. Within the bags and within the central storage space of the simple carrier were Piekkuri's personal affects, basic things such as clothing and toiletries, along with his armor, his ranged and close quarters weapons, and various pieces of equipment and explosive devices that the Vardan warrior used if the job called for it. If the door man had checked the bags, Piekkuri doubted that he would have been allowed within the place to begin with, but luckily for him, the bouncer couldn't see past the ancient and esteemed viblade that the Vardan carried on his hip.
Piekkuri could make out the woman as she sat mulling over a glass of water, it was distasteful in the warriors eyes, perhaps humans had different customs, but Vardans always bought something when they entered an establishment as a gesture of goodwill towards the host, even if the meeting was only for a few minutes. Piekkuri subdued the judgement that was probably crossing his features, and as he did so the grey Vardan moved slickly through several crowds of departing customers before sitting down at the table in front of the woman. By human standards she was an attractive mate for a human male who possessed a good genetic code. In fact, some rare degenerate Vardans and degenerates from other races would have found her attractive and would have attempted to make a pass at the woman, but Piekkuri viewed the human form as oddly shaped, fleshy and pale, the way that humans were put together was clunky and strange, and furthermore, the amount of fat on their bodies was odd. What purpose did cumbersome amounts of extra weight even have at this point in the race's existence? Piekkuri knew that the answer was that the extra weight was used for storage for times of starvation, but that went to show Piekkuri's point, humans were less evolved then most other races, for what purpose did extra storage wight serve in a reality where food was in abundance and had been so for hundreds of years. Humans were as inefficient physically as they were mentally, it was a wonder how they had left the now polluted origin planet that they called Earth, a planet that Piekkuri had had the displeasure of visiting on one occasion.
Piekkuri flattened his shirt as he sat down before crossing his fingers and resting his forearms on the dark wooden table, clearing his throat quietly as he did so. "Piekkuri is my name, warrior of Varda and veteran of many wars. As I am commanded to be here by my superiors, before the mission's completion is assured, my services are yours to have" said the Vardan in a waterfall of words that flowed from his mouth. The Vardans original tongue was a flowing and song like language where one word flowed into the next and his manner of speaking remained the same as he spoke the common tongue of the humans.
Piekkuri had left his sword with the security at the front door as weapons were not allowed within the premises, but the man had failed to check the interior storage space of the squat robot that followed him, or the four bags it carried with it's four small and claw tipped arms. Within the bags and within the central storage space of the simple carrier were Piekkuri's personal affects, basic things such as clothing and toiletries, along with his armor, his ranged and close quarters weapons, and various pieces of equipment and explosive devices that the Vardan warrior used if the job called for it. If the door man had checked the bags, Piekkuri doubted that he would have been allowed within the place to begin with, but luckily for him, the bouncer couldn't see past the ancient and esteemed viblade that the Vardan carried on his hip.
Piekkuri could make out the woman as she sat mulling over a glass of water, it was distasteful in the warriors eyes, perhaps humans had different customs, but Vardans always bought something when they entered an establishment as a gesture of goodwill towards the host, even if the meeting was only for a few minutes. Piekkuri subdued the judgement that was probably crossing his features, and as he did so the grey Vardan moved slickly through several crowds of departing customers before sitting down at the table in front of the woman. By human standards she was an attractive mate for a human male who possessed a good genetic code. In fact, some rare degenerate Vardans and degenerates from other races would have found her attractive and would have attempted to make a pass at the woman, but Piekkuri viewed the human form as oddly shaped, fleshy and pale, the way that humans were put together was clunky and strange, and furthermore, the amount of fat on their bodies was odd. What purpose did cumbersome amounts of extra weight even have at this point in the race's existence? Piekkuri knew that the answer was that the extra weight was used for storage for times of starvation, but that went to show Piekkuri's point, humans were less evolved then most other races, for what purpose did extra storage wight serve in a reality where food was in abundance and had been so for hundreds of years. Humans were as inefficient physically as they were mentally, it was a wonder how they had left the now polluted origin planet that they called Earth, a planet that Piekkuri had had the displeasure of visiting on one occasion.
Piekkuri flattened his shirt as he sat down before crossing his fingers and resting his forearms on the dark wooden table, clearing his throat quietly as he did so. "Piekkuri is my name, warrior of Varda and veteran of many wars. As I am commanded to be here by my superiors, before the mission's completion is assured, my services are yours to have" said the Vardan in a waterfall of words that flowed from his mouth. The Vardans original tongue was a flowing and song like language where one word flowed into the next and his manner of speaking remained the same as he spoke the common tongue of the humans.