.....[PERSONAL LOG]....
....[SOMEWHERE IN NULL SPACE]...
The Flickering Glow on the Monitors filled the atmosphere of the dark room.
The Space Station had long been abandoned within the region of Null Space flickered with life once more, the region devoid of any planets or inhabitable spaces made it a vast empty canvas. Those that forgot about this region would pay the price with blood and tears. Information was a powerful tool over armed force which could spawn a rebellion. Public Opinion could be swayed and twisted without a second thought. The Senators of the Galactic Alliance would be too busy with external threats to worry about the possibility of rebellion. Armed Rebellion is what all governments feared due to the idea that their people would strike back at them with no regard of the consequence. Putting down the rebellion by force would be an option if it didn't incite more people to rise up to combat self-proclaimed oppression.
The Droid Operators stared at the various monitors has mountains of classified information was sorted through and put into proper files for later use. Within the dark room washed over in blue by the screens would be a dark figure shrouded in shadow. His glowing orange eyes behind his opera mask would display no emotion or hesitation of what he was about to do. Remorse for one's action was weakness as the ends justifies the means. Thirteen could relate to the barbarism of the Brotherhood of the Maw who wanted nothing less than utter destruction of the galaxy to rebirth a new generation which followed them in self proclaimed depravity. Infighting had brought down many factions within the galaxy due to a desire to protect one's interest.
Such interests can be corrupted to serve as a sword and shield, cutting down and defending all those that he deemed an asset or a threat. The figure moved without a sound up the stairs of the station to overlook the various monitors. His gloved hand touched the screen without pause to bring up information which was paramount. He had been studying and watching the rise of the Hutt Space Consortium to see if they would fit into his overall vision. His agents within the consortium, Karkosuchus and R'koosslon had done well to portray themselves as loyal enforcers to the cause. He himself had joined the consortium underneath his wookiee persona. Each mission that the pair would take would be sent back to himself to review.
He pointed them in a direction and they followed like loyal dogs waiting for their owners. His hand slid across the monitor as the screen switched to a repulsor train carrying a potent chemical. He had sent his assets to secure the chemicals to transform them into a potent bioweapon to distract his opponents from guessing his moves. Walking down from the stairs he would make ready to leave the station to attend other matters.
His long cape flowing behind him, his glowing orange eyes shined to illuminate his path.
"I am the Heir of the Shroud"
He spoke a single sentence to no one but himself
