Vor’en, while not as tall as Roworr, is by no means short, and to complicate matters he is also fairly broad, due to muscle mass. So it might come as some surprise that he was managing to nap when the ship came out of hyperspace. The ability to catnap at any time, in any situation, is one valued in a soldier- you may, after all, not get a chance later. Vor’en had picked it up some years ago, not long after Deel had hired him as a bodyguard and he had met a certain group of young beings, way back when in the Tapani sector….
That was some time ago. More recently, Vor’en had tried very hard to convince Arani that coming at Deel’s call was a exceedingly poor idea. Deel, he had pointed out, was hardly the most trustworthy individual. He would likely put them in danger. He would likely ask them to do something illegal, or at the very least, borderline illegal. Arani, being Arani, had gone anyway, and Vor’en, being Vor’en, had followed.
Vor’en was fully awake now, although looking at him all you would notice was a changed rate in breathing and a twitch of his thumb. He had spent the trip with his blaster rifle in hand, fully charged, and now the safety was off. Light from the glowbulb plays over his shiny black blast helmet and vest. He lies in wait now, fully content with lying still until action is called for.