If you are wondering who the heck he is, Mitaka is from this part
Arrival
It's been longer than he's realized since he's been stood planetside, and that's almost as disorienting as the whole situation itself. The difference in gravity, the uneven terrain, the oxygen percentage- it all leaves Dopheld feeling a little more unsteady then he'd like when he's trying to come to grips with having been plucked away by some unknown race.
He's never heard of the Agrii, or this world. The stars he can make out look unfamiliar to any charts he knows, and while he may not be the most important cog in the machine of the First Order, he likes to think his absence may have some effect.
Backing away from the data point, Dopheld frowns softly, eyes skirting about, acutely aware of his footing being a bit more unstable than he'd like.
"...What the Kriff is going on?"
Video
[Unsure of where allegiances might lay here, Dopheld has removed the top layer of his uniform, and tried to comb out his hair from the strict pushed back style, not wanting to immediately out himself as an officer of the First Order until he learns more.
He's been careful to frame himself in such a way that it betrays little of his current location, and when he speaks there is a clear imperial accent to his voice for those who may recognize it.]
...Hello. I was hoping someone might be able to inform me as to the current...political leanings of this place? And if there were a ship, or long range communications available. It's rather urgent that I return...home.
Lt. Dopheld Mitaka | Star Wars
Arrival
It's been longer than he's realized since he's been stood planetside, and that's almost as disorienting as the whole situation itself. The difference in gravity, the uneven terrain, the oxygen percentage- it all leaves Dopheld feeling a little more unsteady then he'd like when he's trying to come to grips with having been plucked away by some unknown race.
He's never heard of the Agrii, or this world. The stars he can make out look unfamiliar to any charts he knows, and while he may not be the most important cog in the machine of the First Order, he likes to think his absence may have some effect.
Backing away from the data point, Dopheld frowns softly, eyes skirting about, acutely aware of his footing being a bit more unstable than he'd like.
"...What the Kriff is going on?"
Video
[Unsure of where allegiances might lay here, Dopheld has removed the top layer of his uniform, and tried to comb out his hair from the strict pushed back style, not wanting to immediately out himself as an officer of the First Order until he learns more.
He's been careful to frame himself in such a way that it betrays little of his current location, and when he speaks there is a clear imperial accent to his voice for those who may recognize it.]
...Hello. I was hoping someone might be able to inform me as to the current...political leanings of this place? And if there were a ship, or long range communications available. It's rather urgent that I return...home.
Other
[Hit him up with your own starter]