Abelain Narv'uk
The Bloodseeker
[member="Tormax Ategann"]
The Agrarian world of Gamorr in the Opoku system had drawn the attention of the explorer for a number of a reasons, prominent among them however were two: The world boasted an abundance of rainforest and virility that reminded him fondly of Ghul, and Gamorr was home to a race of repugnant and revilingly dull warriors of some notice who; as a species, constantly seemed to churn out mercenaries and guards for hire. It was an easy decision from that point onwards to at least consider a journey towards the planet, and the current location of the Patriot was near enough that the trip was only a slight detour from the original plotted course. Abelain hoped that it would only be a short while longer until he would be able to depart from what had gradually become a metallic prison, his lungs longed for air that was not recycled and for the open freedoms that the wilderness granted.
The Arue'tii reflected on what had brought them upon their adventure, on how a single step had started an entire hunt for an individual who had wrought bad will upon the name of Abelain's species and had thus warranted his own destruction out of a mixture of duty and spite. The hidden and secretive teacher who had been so respected had turned his back and become a horrific and destitute individual, prostituting himself to other alliances and coalitions in hopes of being accepted after having been branded traitor. Mullarus had sealed his fate in many steps however, and in the intricacies of dance had set the choreography of his destruction. He had granted his hunter a vessel of remarkable power, and a loyal and enhanced selection of soldiers, each one holding fire in their hearts at the spoken command that had ended their companions lives carelessly.
The furnace that would inevitably unleash upon Mullarus would have to wait however, much like coal tossed into a fire, it would take time to gradually become hot enough to singe the traitor; after all, they still had yet to find him. Patience was a virtue among most people, and the Arue'tii was no exception to the rule, and though he held to his silence for many long and exhaustive days, he could not help but feel his patience slipping away from him, all in the desire to finally engage and reprove the traitor for his actions with the judgement of Escalation. It would all have to wait, first there would be the visit to Gamorr, and perhaps the acquisition of mercenaries of some form to assist in the battles that Abelain would yet find himself drawn towards.
"Lt. Stall, would you kindly order our course set for the world of Gamorr." He spoke softly, obviously still locked in contemplation. The soldier saluted, responded with: "Right away", and turned his attention to the remainder of the bridge staff, ensuring that the orders of their Sith commander had been heard and properly accounted for. In recent times, the young Lieutanent had risen quickly through the ranks, and had become a mediator between the Arue'tii and the remainder of the command crew of the vessel, as well as the remainder of the crew. He had his uses in gauging morale, and giving advice based on experience in the greater galaxy, something invaluable to the still foreign Arue'tii.
The journey would take time, but Abelain held some patience yet.
The Agrarian world of Gamorr in the Opoku system had drawn the attention of the explorer for a number of a reasons, prominent among them however were two: The world boasted an abundance of rainforest and virility that reminded him fondly of Ghul, and Gamorr was home to a race of repugnant and revilingly dull warriors of some notice who; as a species, constantly seemed to churn out mercenaries and guards for hire. It was an easy decision from that point onwards to at least consider a journey towards the planet, and the current location of the Patriot was near enough that the trip was only a slight detour from the original plotted course. Abelain hoped that it would only be a short while longer until he would be able to depart from what had gradually become a metallic prison, his lungs longed for air that was not recycled and for the open freedoms that the wilderness granted.
The Arue'tii reflected on what had brought them upon their adventure, on how a single step had started an entire hunt for an individual who had wrought bad will upon the name of Abelain's species and had thus warranted his own destruction out of a mixture of duty and spite. The hidden and secretive teacher who had been so respected had turned his back and become a horrific and destitute individual, prostituting himself to other alliances and coalitions in hopes of being accepted after having been branded traitor. Mullarus had sealed his fate in many steps however, and in the intricacies of dance had set the choreography of his destruction. He had granted his hunter a vessel of remarkable power, and a loyal and enhanced selection of soldiers, each one holding fire in their hearts at the spoken command that had ended their companions lives carelessly.
The furnace that would inevitably unleash upon Mullarus would have to wait however, much like coal tossed into a fire, it would take time to gradually become hot enough to singe the traitor; after all, they still had yet to find him. Patience was a virtue among most people, and the Arue'tii was no exception to the rule, and though he held to his silence for many long and exhaustive days, he could not help but feel his patience slipping away from him, all in the desire to finally engage and reprove the traitor for his actions with the judgement of Escalation. It would all have to wait, first there would be the visit to Gamorr, and perhaps the acquisition of mercenaries of some form to assist in the battles that Abelain would yet find himself drawn towards.
"Lt. Stall, would you kindly order our course set for the world of Gamorr." He spoke softly, obviously still locked in contemplation. The soldier saluted, responded with: "Right away", and turned his attention to the remainder of the bridge staff, ensuring that the orders of their Sith commander had been heard and properly accounted for. In recent times, the young Lieutanent had risen quickly through the ranks, and had become a mediator between the Arue'tii and the remainder of the command crew of the vessel, as well as the remainder of the crew. He had his uses in gauging morale, and giving advice based on experience in the greater galaxy, something invaluable to the still foreign Arue'tii.
The journey would take time, but Abelain held some patience yet.