Post by monkoflords on Apr 19, 2010 19:48:09 GMT -5
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Name: Garreth Hant
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Birth place: Nar Shadaa
Appearance: Garreth's hair is a light shade of brown. It has a slight curl to it that seems to become further exaggerated the longer his hair is. In fact, it almost becomes an afro of some sort when it's too long, so Garreth prefers to keep it short. Beyond that, he doesn't do too much with, simply letting it go naturally throughout the day. His eyes are a deep bright green, which seem a bit unnaturally exotic compared to the rest of his plain appearance. It almost seems that he stole the eyes or something. His skin isn't quite tan, but he's far away from being pale. It is generally a peach color, though Garreth's ears are eerily pale compared to the rest of his body.
Though Garreth is in good shape, he appears to be much thinner than he actually is when he's fully dressed. This is mostly because he is gangly enough to make this illusion possible. However, he doesn't appear thin enough to appear unhealthy. His posture is also unusually stiff. Garreth never seems to hunch over or lean back even when sitting down. This is mostly something he developed through sheer habit.
His general dress is fairly casual. Garreth seemingly always wears baggy pants, and this mostly for the sheer amount of pockets his pants usually have. He likes to carry a variety of parts within the pockets, so Garreth tends to make a lot of noise when he walks around. What he wears on his upper body is usually pocket free however, as he feels holding a bunch of parts on his torso and arms inhibits him from working.
Garreth's left arm is completely cybernetic, but he's talented enough to make it appear to be a normal arm at first glance. To the trained eye, it looks a bit bulkier than his other arm, and is strangle devoid of imperfections. Within the fingers of the arm are tools he uses in his work. His little finger is a small blow torch, the ring is a soldering iron, the middle finger is a drill, the index a pair of tweezers, and the thumb has a wrench like feature. He can pull back his hand to reveal a reciprocating saw in his wrist. All of the power for these devices are located in his upper arm. Garreth would have added more, but he ran out of room, so he keeps the rest of his tools in a pack he carries around with him.
When working, Garreth wears a custom interface visors which tracks the details of the device Garreth is working on. This includes the overall blueprints to what Garreth is attempting to build, information on who he's building it for, the order he originally laid out to build the device, and other relevant information. Sometimes, he works so long he forgets he's wearing it, and just wears the visor everywhere he goes. It generally takes him a while to figure out that he left it on.
Personality:
Garreth is what some would call a day dreamer…what most would call not paying attention at all. His mind constantly drifts away from reality, not seeing it as interesting enough to occupy him for more than a few brief moments at a time. This has turned into an unconscious act that Garreth does without much thought anymore whenever he stops caring about what’s going on around him.
Regardless of what people tell him, he doesn’t see this as a problem in the slightest. Garreth is a fairly patient person because of his day dreaming, allowing him to zone out of any monotonous situation.
Strangely enough, his day dreaming doesn't affect his focus when working. In fact, he manages to multitask his thoughts pretty well.
Garreth tends to have few friends due to the fact he is generally too lazy to go out and meet new people. Many have considered him antisocial because of this, which gives many the wrong impression of Garreth’s personality. His views almost every aspect of life through the same lens of whether he should be interested or not, which dictates his basic actions.
Garreth is not a talkative person. He usually lets someone else control the conversation and rarely responds with lengthy answers. However, he can get rather preachy sometimes, to a point where he can lecture someone for more than an hour, though this only happens at select times when he feel the people around him need a taste of his “wisdom”.
Occupation: Cybernetics Engineer
Rank: 3
Bio:
Garreth was born on Nar Shadaa to Mavell Hant , a poor black market dealer who specialized in random gizmos and other nonsense, such as a variety of illegal weaponry and various general use tool that he would sell to thieves and thugs, and a prostitute named Felujia Hikara. He was the dead middle child (third) of five children that were born to the man, though all from different mothers. With the exception of the first and last partners Mavell had, they were all prostitutes that basically gave away the child they bore to Mavell as they wanted nothing to do with them. Despite the fact he didn't want them either, he didn't have the backbone to just throw them back towards their mothers or to kick them out. Throughout his life, Garreth had no idea who his mother actually was, and it was something that frustrated him immensely during his childhood.
Mavell was an incredibly poor father, and tended to leave his children out to fend for themselves. In fact, all he really provided his children was a small room to sleep in and an occasional meal. The one who actually raised him was a bar owner named Lak Hussan, who was first introduced to the children when Mavell brought them with them to conduct a deal with one of his clients at Lak's bar when Garreth was 6. At first, he basically fed and clothed the children mainly because they provided cheap labor for him, for which he payed Mavell for. But, as time went on, he began to get closer to the children as he spent more and more time with, until a point he eventually became their father figure. The bar Lak ran was only a block away from Mavell's black market operation. As the path there was relatively safe for the children to take, they spent the large majority of their childhoods there, only going home when they absolutely needed to.
The only thing their father actually taught them how to do was how to use a blaster. This was really only so that the children could defend their father if someone he made a bad deal with would ever come after him, and even then this was mainly to use them as meat shields. He first taught his children this when they turned seven, generally right on their birthdays. They never got official training from him beyond the basics on how to pull a trigger when they were younger. What their father didn't provide, Lak did. Hussan's bar was prone to thugs breaking out their blasters every now in then in full on firefights, and he felt the children would be safer if he at least taught them a few more tricks just in case having them run and hide wasn't going to work out.
Though it wasn't military training, all the children were more than capable of handling basic blasters and blaster carbines, and Garreth's elder sister Kata even went a little further than that, with the ability to use explosives and blaster rifles, which she mostly pilfered from Mavell's black market operation. Fortunately, none of the children ever had to participate in an actual firefight, as the safe room in Lak's bar was successful in keeping them safe.
Since the children never had any formal schooling, Lak eventually got around to attempting to teach them something. As educational resources were scarce and Lak wasn't exactly a scholar, most of each child's schooling was entirely driven by their own interests. For example, Ferun and Garreth were far more scientifically minded, they were far more willing to learn math and scour databanks of information to learn new things. Kata and Nesel chose to follow Lak's street smarts rather than focusing on base knowledge. Quelana actually chose to mix her knowledge in whatever interested her at any given point.
As the children grew up, they all took their own interests, mainly by picking up on things in the world around them. Around the age of 11, Garreth himself began toying with all of the more “useless” gizmos in his father’s warehouse. Slowly but surely, he began to figure out the intricacies of the gadgets and slowly began to get a feeling for technology in general.
His fiddling with mechanics began to get more and more specific, and thanks to Hussan, Garreth managed to acquire a good amount of information about cybernetics, and slowly became somewhat of an underground expert on the subject, mostly by his own experimentation and the obsessive reading of various material Hussan provided for him. Though he generally went against normal practices and was not exactly what one would call a genius, he was still brilliant for his age.
Garreth’s first real cybernetic experiment occurred when he began remodeling one of his hands at the age of 14. First, it was just to build in a tool he used all too often into his left pinky finger. He managed to pull this off with the use of local anesthesia and having his younger brother help him when he needed another hand. With a little mechanized trickery, he managed to splice the circuits in the finger with the nerves that formerly ran to it and replace the entire pinky finger. After six months, his entire left hand basically became an all in one tool for his work. He originally just removed the fingers and replace as he did with his pinky, but he later needed to replace his entire lower arm for mechanical support for the tools in each finger.
He also experimented on some of the bar goers at Hussan's bar who had lost a few pieces of themselves during various "activities". They allowed him to do this for a few reasons. One, it was totally free. And two, Lak acted as an intermediary for Garreth, and basically convinced the clients that the cybernetics engineer was some old Muun. The clients would go under some heavy anesthesia, and they never knew the difference. As most of these customers that Garreth picked out weren't that bright, they never figured out the truth. However, despite all of his accomplishments, he couldn’t get officially recognized or licensed, either because his father just didn’t care or that Lak couldn’t afford to spend the money on it. This only built on Garreth’s frustrations.
While Garreth was toying with machines, his other siblings followed their own paths. His eldest brother Ferun just up and disappeared one day. No one is quite sure where he went. His older sister Kata followed in Mavell’s footsteps, but very quickly became far more successful than their father and became her own criminal under lord within Nar Shadaa. Garreth’s younger brother Nesel became an apprentice of sorts for Hussan and helped the man run his bar and keep it safe. The youngest daughter, Quelana, was “scouted out” by the Jedi and recruited into the order. Apparently, Quelana’s mother had some sort of force potential that Quelana inherited.
While all of his siblings moved on, Garreth hadn’t really made any progress. After attempting for four years to get some sort of support to get his official license, he gave in and turned to his older sister. In return for “improving” some of her more loyal “allies”, she provided him with false documentation to receive an official Cybernetics License.
Once he had the license in hand, he left Nar Shadaa, hoping to never return...
....
With his license in tow, Garreth managed to get a position as a lab technician at a Cybernetics Lab on Corsucant. The lab was called Roades Cybernetics. Though the man who founded the lab was dead, his son Lexos Roades was still running it. It wasn't a large lab or famous by any means, but they were fairly successful. They mostly worked on military contracts, though every now and then they did work for hospitals and private contractors.
Because his license was basically forged, he made no attempt to show off in his work or really make an impression on his superiors, and likewise he made little to no mistakes. Garreth didn't want to be noticeable in any way. He left most of his more creative designs at home. Also, Garreth made up a story about losing his arm when growing up when he was caught in the middle of a gang fight on the streets back home. He figured his co workers may be shocked by the fact he willingly altered his own arm.
Though he was glad he was finally (almost) legitimately doing what he loved to do, he still felt more stressed out about it every day. Along with the stress, came the shame. Though he knew he was more talented than most of his colleagues, the fact he wasn't supposed the be there also added shame into his emotional spectrum.
Due to his isolation amongst his peers, Garreth was often singled out to be the one to go with the delivery for the final product to explain how it worked to the client and so forth. As a result of this, he tended to know the lab's transporters and clients far better than he knew his own co-workers. He also rarely got the chance to work on more complicated pieces within the lab, since his bosses weren't that aware of him.
As of yet, his forged license hasn't come to light.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence:8
Speed:4
Leadership:1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: +3
RP Sample:
The right servo was off. Only slightly, but it was off. Off enough to make a difference in a critical situation for the client. It was about to be shipped though. Garreth needed to attempt to do something to fix this. Fortunately, this wasn't something that would need a tool that would leave a mark.
He quickly shifted his head back and forth to see if anyone was around. Lunch breaks tended to clear the lab out to a graveyard of sorts. Garreth lifted up his left hand and the middle finger's shell popped open gently. A drill slowly emerged from the synthetic finger and began to spin. Garreth inserted the drill into an opening with the servo and tightened it ever so slightly.
Before he finished, he looked around again. The lab was silent. Once he finished up he pulled his hand away and pulled the tool back into its socket. With that, he strode back to his desk, gathered his notes and walked out of the lab.
The moment he stepped out the door, he bumped into one of the lab techs from the chemical lab next door. His designs fluttered down the floor, and Garreth immediately dove down to retrieve them as he panicked a bit, "Sorry, sorry, sorry..."
The other tech reached down, "No, it was my fault, don't worry about it...aren't you guys all supposed to be at lunch or something?"
Garreth did his best to calm down, but there was still a bit of panic in his voice, "Oh...I needed to finish something up, and I didn't think I could regain my train of thought if I started again later...you know how it is?"
The other tech nodded, "Yeah, happens to me every now and then, good luck with your project man."
With that, the man stood up, handed Garreth the notes he managed to pick up, and walked down the hallway. Garreth breathed heavily as he regained his composure. As he walked out of the complex and onto the streets, he noticed he was still wearing his terminal visor. He shook his head and put it on a harness he had formerly built onto his pants.
After walking for a short while, he noticed he had no idea where he was going. His usual lunch spot was closed for renovations or something today, and he wasn't quite sure where to go. The lab was a long ways away from where he lived, and he rarely experimented in his choice of eating destinations.
As he was off into his own little world, he heard a voice calling for his name. He turned to the left and saw some of his co-workers sitting at a table at a restaurant he just passed. Garreth wandered over to them and said, "Yeah?"
"Got anywhere to eat?" The taller one of his compatriots, Nika, was probably the only person he really talked to at work on a consistent basis.
"Not really..."
"So do you want to eat with me and Krags?"
Krags was seemingly oblivious to Garreth's existence, and that wouldn't like change any time soon. Garreth simply shrugged, "Sure, why not..."
Garreth sat down next to them and waited for the waiter to come back around. As he sat there, Nika attempted to strike up a conversation, "So, how's your project coming along?"
"Good, I guess."
"You guess?"
Garreth shrugged, "Well, I'm almost done...and it looks likes its coming along pretty well."
"Oh that's good." Before Nika could continue, the waiter showed up. Garreth stared down at the menu, attempting to figure out what to order.
Character permission
Name: Garreth Hant
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Birth place: Nar Shadaa
Appearance: Garreth's hair is a light shade of brown. It has a slight curl to it that seems to become further exaggerated the longer his hair is. In fact, it almost becomes an afro of some sort when it's too long, so Garreth prefers to keep it short. Beyond that, he doesn't do too much with, simply letting it go naturally throughout the day. His eyes are a deep bright green, which seem a bit unnaturally exotic compared to the rest of his plain appearance. It almost seems that he stole the eyes or something. His skin isn't quite tan, but he's far away from being pale. It is generally a peach color, though Garreth's ears are eerily pale compared to the rest of his body.
Though Garreth is in good shape, he appears to be much thinner than he actually is when he's fully dressed. This is mostly because he is gangly enough to make this illusion possible. However, he doesn't appear thin enough to appear unhealthy. His posture is also unusually stiff. Garreth never seems to hunch over or lean back even when sitting down. This is mostly something he developed through sheer habit.
His general dress is fairly casual. Garreth seemingly always wears baggy pants, and this mostly for the sheer amount of pockets his pants usually have. He likes to carry a variety of parts within the pockets, so Garreth tends to make a lot of noise when he walks around. What he wears on his upper body is usually pocket free however, as he feels holding a bunch of parts on his torso and arms inhibits him from working.
Garreth's left arm is completely cybernetic, but he's talented enough to make it appear to be a normal arm at first glance. To the trained eye, it looks a bit bulkier than his other arm, and is strangle devoid of imperfections. Within the fingers of the arm are tools he uses in his work. His little finger is a small blow torch, the ring is a soldering iron, the middle finger is a drill, the index a pair of tweezers, and the thumb has a wrench like feature. He can pull back his hand to reveal a reciprocating saw in his wrist. All of the power for these devices are located in his upper arm. Garreth would have added more, but he ran out of room, so he keeps the rest of his tools in a pack he carries around with him.
When working, Garreth wears a custom interface visors which tracks the details of the device Garreth is working on. This includes the overall blueprints to what Garreth is attempting to build, information on who he's building it for, the order he originally laid out to build the device, and other relevant information. Sometimes, he works so long he forgets he's wearing it, and just wears the visor everywhere he goes. It generally takes him a while to figure out that he left it on.
Personality:
Garreth is what some would call a day dreamer…what most would call not paying attention at all. His mind constantly drifts away from reality, not seeing it as interesting enough to occupy him for more than a few brief moments at a time. This has turned into an unconscious act that Garreth does without much thought anymore whenever he stops caring about what’s going on around him.
Regardless of what people tell him, he doesn’t see this as a problem in the slightest. Garreth is a fairly patient person because of his day dreaming, allowing him to zone out of any monotonous situation.
Strangely enough, his day dreaming doesn't affect his focus when working. In fact, he manages to multitask his thoughts pretty well.
Garreth tends to have few friends due to the fact he is generally too lazy to go out and meet new people. Many have considered him antisocial because of this, which gives many the wrong impression of Garreth’s personality. His views almost every aspect of life through the same lens of whether he should be interested or not, which dictates his basic actions.
Garreth is not a talkative person. He usually lets someone else control the conversation and rarely responds with lengthy answers. However, he can get rather preachy sometimes, to a point where he can lecture someone for more than an hour, though this only happens at select times when he feel the people around him need a taste of his “wisdom”.
Occupation: Cybernetics Engineer
Rank: 3
Bio:
Garreth was born on Nar Shadaa to Mavell Hant , a poor black market dealer who specialized in random gizmos and other nonsense, such as a variety of illegal weaponry and various general use tool that he would sell to thieves and thugs, and a prostitute named Felujia Hikara. He was the dead middle child (third) of five children that were born to the man, though all from different mothers. With the exception of the first and last partners Mavell had, they were all prostitutes that basically gave away the child they bore to Mavell as they wanted nothing to do with them. Despite the fact he didn't want them either, he didn't have the backbone to just throw them back towards their mothers or to kick them out. Throughout his life, Garreth had no idea who his mother actually was, and it was something that frustrated him immensely during his childhood.
Mavell was an incredibly poor father, and tended to leave his children out to fend for themselves. In fact, all he really provided his children was a small room to sleep in and an occasional meal. The one who actually raised him was a bar owner named Lak Hussan, who was first introduced to the children when Mavell brought them with them to conduct a deal with one of his clients at Lak's bar when Garreth was 6. At first, he basically fed and clothed the children mainly because they provided cheap labor for him, for which he payed Mavell for. But, as time went on, he began to get closer to the children as he spent more and more time with, until a point he eventually became their father figure. The bar Lak ran was only a block away from Mavell's black market operation. As the path there was relatively safe for the children to take, they spent the large majority of their childhoods there, only going home when they absolutely needed to.
The only thing their father actually taught them how to do was how to use a blaster. This was really only so that the children could defend their father if someone he made a bad deal with would ever come after him, and even then this was mainly to use them as meat shields. He first taught his children this when they turned seven, generally right on their birthdays. They never got official training from him beyond the basics on how to pull a trigger when they were younger. What their father didn't provide, Lak did. Hussan's bar was prone to thugs breaking out their blasters every now in then in full on firefights, and he felt the children would be safer if he at least taught them a few more tricks just in case having them run and hide wasn't going to work out.
Though it wasn't military training, all the children were more than capable of handling basic blasters and blaster carbines, and Garreth's elder sister Kata even went a little further than that, with the ability to use explosives and blaster rifles, which she mostly pilfered from Mavell's black market operation. Fortunately, none of the children ever had to participate in an actual firefight, as the safe room in Lak's bar was successful in keeping them safe.
Since the children never had any formal schooling, Lak eventually got around to attempting to teach them something. As educational resources were scarce and Lak wasn't exactly a scholar, most of each child's schooling was entirely driven by their own interests. For example, Ferun and Garreth were far more scientifically minded, they were far more willing to learn math and scour databanks of information to learn new things. Kata and Nesel chose to follow Lak's street smarts rather than focusing on base knowledge. Quelana actually chose to mix her knowledge in whatever interested her at any given point.
As the children grew up, they all took their own interests, mainly by picking up on things in the world around them. Around the age of 11, Garreth himself began toying with all of the more “useless” gizmos in his father’s warehouse. Slowly but surely, he began to figure out the intricacies of the gadgets and slowly began to get a feeling for technology in general.
His fiddling with mechanics began to get more and more specific, and thanks to Hussan, Garreth managed to acquire a good amount of information about cybernetics, and slowly became somewhat of an underground expert on the subject, mostly by his own experimentation and the obsessive reading of various material Hussan provided for him. Though he generally went against normal practices and was not exactly what one would call a genius, he was still brilliant for his age.
Garreth’s first real cybernetic experiment occurred when he began remodeling one of his hands at the age of 14. First, it was just to build in a tool he used all too often into his left pinky finger. He managed to pull this off with the use of local anesthesia and having his younger brother help him when he needed another hand. With a little mechanized trickery, he managed to splice the circuits in the finger with the nerves that formerly ran to it and replace the entire pinky finger. After six months, his entire left hand basically became an all in one tool for his work. He originally just removed the fingers and replace as he did with his pinky, but he later needed to replace his entire lower arm for mechanical support for the tools in each finger.
He also experimented on some of the bar goers at Hussan's bar who had lost a few pieces of themselves during various "activities". They allowed him to do this for a few reasons. One, it was totally free. And two, Lak acted as an intermediary for Garreth, and basically convinced the clients that the cybernetics engineer was some old Muun. The clients would go under some heavy anesthesia, and they never knew the difference. As most of these customers that Garreth picked out weren't that bright, they never figured out the truth. However, despite all of his accomplishments, he couldn’t get officially recognized or licensed, either because his father just didn’t care or that Lak couldn’t afford to spend the money on it. This only built on Garreth’s frustrations.
While Garreth was toying with machines, his other siblings followed their own paths. His eldest brother Ferun just up and disappeared one day. No one is quite sure where he went. His older sister Kata followed in Mavell’s footsteps, but very quickly became far more successful than their father and became her own criminal under lord within Nar Shadaa. Garreth’s younger brother Nesel became an apprentice of sorts for Hussan and helped the man run his bar and keep it safe. The youngest daughter, Quelana, was “scouted out” by the Jedi and recruited into the order. Apparently, Quelana’s mother had some sort of force potential that Quelana inherited.
While all of his siblings moved on, Garreth hadn’t really made any progress. After attempting for four years to get some sort of support to get his official license, he gave in and turned to his older sister. In return for “improving” some of her more loyal “allies”, she provided him with false documentation to receive an official Cybernetics License.
Once he had the license in hand, he left Nar Shadaa, hoping to never return...
....
With his license in tow, Garreth managed to get a position as a lab technician at a Cybernetics Lab on Corsucant. The lab was called Roades Cybernetics. Though the man who founded the lab was dead, his son Lexos Roades was still running it. It wasn't a large lab or famous by any means, but they were fairly successful. They mostly worked on military contracts, though every now and then they did work for hospitals and private contractors.
Because his license was basically forged, he made no attempt to show off in his work or really make an impression on his superiors, and likewise he made little to no mistakes. Garreth didn't want to be noticeable in any way. He left most of his more creative designs at home. Also, Garreth made up a story about losing his arm when growing up when he was caught in the middle of a gang fight on the streets back home. He figured his co workers may be shocked by the fact he willingly altered his own arm.
Though he was glad he was finally (almost) legitimately doing what he loved to do, he still felt more stressed out about it every day. Along with the stress, came the shame. Though he knew he was more talented than most of his colleagues, the fact he wasn't supposed the be there also added shame into his emotional spectrum.
Due to his isolation amongst his peers, Garreth was often singled out to be the one to go with the delivery for the final product to explain how it worked to the client and so forth. As a result of this, he tended to know the lab's transporters and clients far better than he knew his own co-workers. He also rarely got the chance to work on more complicated pieces within the lab, since his bosses weren't that aware of him.
As of yet, his forged license hasn't come to light.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence:8
Speed:4
Leadership:1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: +3
RP Sample:
The right servo was off. Only slightly, but it was off. Off enough to make a difference in a critical situation for the client. It was about to be shipped though. Garreth needed to attempt to do something to fix this. Fortunately, this wasn't something that would need a tool that would leave a mark.
He quickly shifted his head back and forth to see if anyone was around. Lunch breaks tended to clear the lab out to a graveyard of sorts. Garreth lifted up his left hand and the middle finger's shell popped open gently. A drill slowly emerged from the synthetic finger and began to spin. Garreth inserted the drill into an opening with the servo and tightened it ever so slightly.
Before he finished, he looked around again. The lab was silent. Once he finished up he pulled his hand away and pulled the tool back into its socket. With that, he strode back to his desk, gathered his notes and walked out of the lab.
The moment he stepped out the door, he bumped into one of the lab techs from the chemical lab next door. His designs fluttered down the floor, and Garreth immediately dove down to retrieve them as he panicked a bit, "Sorry, sorry, sorry..."
The other tech reached down, "No, it was my fault, don't worry about it...aren't you guys all supposed to be at lunch or something?"
Garreth did his best to calm down, but there was still a bit of panic in his voice, "Oh...I needed to finish something up, and I didn't think I could regain my train of thought if I started again later...you know how it is?"
The other tech nodded, "Yeah, happens to me every now and then, good luck with your project man."
With that, the man stood up, handed Garreth the notes he managed to pick up, and walked down the hallway. Garreth breathed heavily as he regained his composure. As he walked out of the complex and onto the streets, he noticed he was still wearing his terminal visor. He shook his head and put it on a harness he had formerly built onto his pants.
After walking for a short while, he noticed he had no idea where he was going. His usual lunch spot was closed for renovations or something today, and he wasn't quite sure where to go. The lab was a long ways away from where he lived, and he rarely experimented in his choice of eating destinations.
As he was off into his own little world, he heard a voice calling for his name. He turned to the left and saw some of his co-workers sitting at a table at a restaurant he just passed. Garreth wandered over to them and said, "Yeah?"
"Got anywhere to eat?" The taller one of his compatriots, Nika, was probably the only person he really talked to at work on a consistent basis.
"Not really..."
"So do you want to eat with me and Krags?"
Krags was seemingly oblivious to Garreth's existence, and that wouldn't like change any time soon. Garreth simply shrugged, "Sure, why not..."
Garreth sat down next to them and waited for the waiter to come back around. As he sat there, Nika attempted to strike up a conversation, "So, how's your project coming along?"
"Good, I guess."
"You guess?"
Garreth shrugged, "Well, I'm almost done...and it looks likes its coming along pretty well."
"Oh that's good." Before Nika could continue, the waiter showed up. Garreth stared down at the menu, attempting to figure out what to order.
