Opersh Krul
Monster of the Deep
The port was busy. Too busy for Krul's liking. It smelled of utter filth as it was filled with infidels and yet he pressed on through them. Hidden underneath a hooded cloak, most tended to avoid him. He wasn't a Force user, instead being devoid of it entirely which seemed to give off the same uneasiness and distrust that often followed the wake of a Sith Lord. Yet Krul was different. He was a walking void empty of the Force.
It wasn't long ago that he was on Graveyard, tasked by his superiors to use his army to conquer the planet, and they were well on their way to completing that mission. However Krul was unexpectedly pulled away from that mission and thrust into another. Following a skirmish with members of the Nomadic People's Coalition, it had become clear that the infidels had sunk to an all time low; infusing living beings with machines. And not just to replace missing limbs, but to encase themselves in armour or even to become a spacefaring machine themselves.
Krul and some of his army were taken off of Graveyard on one of their ships and followed the infidels to Damascus Station. On board were infidels in chains that were held in higher standings than others. These were spies and infiltrators that had been gathering bits of intel on this new machine threat and the abomination that housed it.
Being unable to fly directly to the due to the gravity wells, Krul and two infidels flew the rest of the way in a smaller craft. Now was not the time for an attack, but to gleen more information for his superiors and to bring one of the abominations to them before the first of many invasions was to come. One of their spies had gone missing and was presumed dead. This was one way to find out if it was true.
Krul's bladed weapons were sheathed underneath his cloak, with tips layered in poison. He kept quiet as he walked through the crowds, not needing to push anyone aside as he seemed to be given a wide birth to pass.
Although if anyone was foolish to step in his way, he was sure to give them a rude awakening.
It wasn't long ago that he was on Graveyard, tasked by his superiors to use his army to conquer the planet, and they were well on their way to completing that mission. However Krul was unexpectedly pulled away from that mission and thrust into another. Following a skirmish with members of the Nomadic People's Coalition, it had become clear that the infidels had sunk to an all time low; infusing living beings with machines. And not just to replace missing limbs, but to encase themselves in armour or even to become a spacefaring machine themselves.
Krul and some of his army were taken off of Graveyard on one of their ships and followed the infidels to Damascus Station. On board were infidels in chains that were held in higher standings than others. These were spies and infiltrators that had been gathering bits of intel on this new machine threat and the abomination that housed it.
Being unable to fly directly to the due to the gravity wells, Krul and two infidels flew the rest of the way in a smaller craft. Now was not the time for an attack, but to gleen more information for his superiors and to bring one of the abominations to them before the first of many invasions was to come. One of their spies had gone missing and was presumed dead. This was one way to find out if it was true.
Krul's bladed weapons were sheathed underneath his cloak, with tips layered in poison. He kept quiet as he walked through the crowds, not needing to push anyone aside as he seemed to be given a wide birth to pass.
Although if anyone was foolish to step in his way, he was sure to give them a rude awakening.