Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
There was so much to do. With the Omega Protectorate coming down on the Confederacy, and the move for Marek Starchaser to learn more of the Sith, he was starting to feel almost... nostalgic. The Foreman of the Techno Union was starting to feel that he needed to fall back and take up his past. He was part of the Starchaser line, a proud Corellian family, and he was barred from his own homeworld. How did that happen? Between that and not being the best of a starfighter pilot, he could fly a shuttle in combat with the best of them, say thank you, but how was else was he going to carry on who he was? Especially with taking students, even if they're sometime students. Students that he could teach what he knew, but not infuse with the Starchaser line's experience.
He had to forge his own. The Dark Tide reverted to real space above Katanos IV, the world he had known pretty well. This trip was going to be different than the last time when he showed up to make the prototype droids. He had still needed to push that networked droid project through, but... there were more pressing matters.
He was here to collect cortosis again, but this time it was for something private. Something personal. Marek Starchaser was a student of two major Force traditions. His basics and introduction came from the Zeison Sha, a group focused on survival, and telekinesis, which worked strongly with what his parents taught him, and more recently the Sith, from Master Ket Van Derveld What he was here for was for the former. He would make a trip to Yanibar after this, but for now? He needed to gather supplies.
Approaching the cockpit of the Dark Tide, he stood with a black leather jacket, Corellian blood stripes on his denims, combat boots, and a belt with his orange bladed lightsaber and revolver hanging from it. They weren't going straight for the office, they were going into the mines. Turning to his student, [member="Seanna Vel"], he nodded. "This may end up being a boring trip, but its required for what I need. I don't expect anything to go wrong, but as always, we need to be vigilant." Right, that sounded almost educational.
He had to forge his own. The Dark Tide reverted to real space above Katanos IV, the world he had known pretty well. This trip was going to be different than the last time when he showed up to make the prototype droids. He had still needed to push that networked droid project through, but... there were more pressing matters.
He was here to collect cortosis again, but this time it was for something private. Something personal. Marek Starchaser was a student of two major Force traditions. His basics and introduction came from the Zeison Sha, a group focused on survival, and telekinesis, which worked strongly with what his parents taught him, and more recently the Sith, from Master Ket Van Derveld What he was here for was for the former. He would make a trip to Yanibar after this, but for now? He needed to gather supplies.
Approaching the cockpit of the Dark Tide, he stood with a black leather jacket, Corellian blood stripes on his denims, combat boots, and a belt with his orange bladed lightsaber and revolver hanging from it. They weren't going straight for the office, they were going into the mines. Turning to his student, [member="Seanna Vel"], he nodded. "This may end up being a boring trip, but its required for what I need. I don't expect anything to go wrong, but as always, we need to be vigilant." Right, that sounded almost educational.