Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
The Confederacy was starting to become home. Marek was really not complaining with this. It was strange having a place to actually belong, but he was okay with it, seeing as he was still able to keep a lot of who he was. The Confederacy and the Templar themselves did allow for a lot independence, in both thought and action. It was refreshing to see that there was a group of free thinkers in the galaxy, and that not everyone was out to force beings into a mold.
Sure, with his parents, and their survival tactics, he was forced into that. But he was also very familiar with the Zeison Sha, and their survival and independent streak. Sure, he never left with a discblade, but should he need to create one to better serve the Templar Order, he would do so. However he could assist, that was what Marek was after, to make the Confederacy safe.
What he was doing now, though, was taking a bit of a tour for himself. Seeing where he could try to hold himself up when he wasn’t on Roon. Really, pick a planet, see if he could deal with its Viceroy and the environment. He was going to need a place soon to start construction of his lightsaber, after all. Taking the CrossCurrent to Chroma Zed was just his way of checking on one of the tourist worlds.
Sure, he wasn’t dressed the part of a tourist but, really Marek has used to traveling. He was able to safely fit his life in his ship, and that included his current swoop bike and an airspeeder. Pulling the swoop up to the shoreline, he figured here was as good a place as any to get out and start to kick dirt. Running a hand through his blonde hair, and his thumb still playing with the ring he wore, the Templar was taking in the world.
Whoever was in charge here definitely did something right. He probably didn’t need his pistol, but he felt a bit better having it on him, rather than coming around weaponless. Yeah, people in a position to be bothered by him should recognize his rank, and position. Well, that was the hope.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]
Sure, with his parents, and their survival tactics, he was forced into that. But he was also very familiar with the Zeison Sha, and their survival and independent streak. Sure, he never left with a discblade, but should he need to create one to better serve the Templar Order, he would do so. However he could assist, that was what Marek was after, to make the Confederacy safe.
What he was doing now, though, was taking a bit of a tour for himself. Seeing where he could try to hold himself up when he wasn’t on Roon. Really, pick a planet, see if he could deal with its Viceroy and the environment. He was going to need a place soon to start construction of his lightsaber, after all. Taking the CrossCurrent to Chroma Zed was just his way of checking on one of the tourist worlds.
Sure, he wasn’t dressed the part of a tourist but, really Marek has used to traveling. He was able to safely fit his life in his ship, and that included his current swoop bike and an airspeeder. Pulling the swoop up to the shoreline, he figured here was as good a place as any to get out and start to kick dirt. Running a hand through his blonde hair, and his thumb still playing with the ring he wore, the Templar was taking in the world.
Whoever was in charge here definitely did something right. He probably didn’t need his pistol, but he felt a bit better having it on him, rather than coming around weaponless. Yeah, people in a position to be bothered by him should recognize his rank, and position. Well, that was the hope.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]