[The ire is more directed towards this place, the situation, the canceling, shifting, of his destiny. The rat is just an easy target. Aniken is not wrong though, he is looking for something amongst the piles of rubbish. Something that is no doubt soaked with filth at this point, ooze coming from the vents and roaches crawling along the glass.
There's a visible disgust on his face at the thought, and he scatters junk in all directions with one hand, bits and baubles skittering and dancing down the steep slopes. The plinking and rumbling does little to sooth his frustration though, the helmet no where in sight, and now the mountain upon which they stood wobbles as if purposely revolting against him.]>
A combat helmet.
[The mountain of trash groans, and slides just slightly under their feet, insisting that they move along. The tug is too interesting though, and for a moment Kylo Ren diverts his attention over to scrutinizing Aniken.]
Beats me ;)
There's a visible disgust on his face at the thought, and he scatters junk in all directions with one hand, bits and baubles skittering and dancing down the steep slopes. The plinking and rumbling does little to sooth his frustration though, the helmet no where in sight, and now the mountain upon which they stood wobbles as if purposely revolting against him.]>
A combat helmet.
[The mountain of trash groans, and slides just slightly under their feet, insisting that they move along. The tug is too interesting though, and for a moment Kylo Ren diverts his attention over to scrutinizing Aniken.]
Why are you here?