"More coffee please!" I watched as he sucked the steaming hot extra, extra large black coffee back in one gulp. The agitation clearly disappearing from his anguished face. "I'll take three more to go." he smiled and winked at me cockily. He held his bionic elbow as if it were getting rusty.
Aviorians, a race of humans that evolved for life on a low gravity world. Though mostly Distant and disconnected from the Imperium, the ones in the Imperium perform mostly clerical or medical duties, their intelligence bringing a lot to the table.