Return from deep space. [LoTF]

[RC 212]

The Dreadstar II floated silently among the stars, ever drifting closer to Fringe territory. RC stood at the helm, leaning on the railing. Clad in full orange Katarn armour and not moving a muscle he surveyed the capitol world, Annaj as he closed in on a place he had once called home.

It had been almost a year since the taking of Rakkatta and the Lhwek cluster. Years longer since he had nuked Mandalore as the warlord of a mighty Deathwatch Army. His presence here was not known fully by any save a few trusted contacts inside the Fringe.

The deep space mission to scout the outer limits of wild space had been eventful. Rife with struggle and terror. RC estimated they had slaughtered at least a hundred or so Corsair fleets. Now with his vessel loaded down in trinkets and plundered resources he returned.

"Bridge officer."

"Aye sir."

"Send my personnel code over a secure line to orbital control. Tell em I'll be pulling the Dreadstar II into dry dock for refit and repair."

"Aye sir."

RC leaned back and placed his hands on his hips as they began to edge down into atmosphere. It was time to say hello again.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@RC 212

Permission was granted for the Dreadstar II to enter drydock for refit and repair. A lone frigate settled down next to it, a Mandalorian- made vessel known as the Lethewalker. From it emerged a wiry dark-haired woman with Nightsister marks,, burst blood vessels. The marks of power. As RC disembarked, Rave was there to meet him. They had met once, when she deployd him in the spaceport at Elrood, but then she'd been only a minor leader. Now she was one of the High Council's senior members. The triumvirate was long gone.

"Welcome back to Annaj. I'm Master Merrill of the High Council. What is your report?"

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien strode out of a meeting with a potential suppler for his factories on zaadja, his assistant struggling to keep pace with him, a war hero had returned to Annaj and Lucien was not one to take a backseat when such matters arose. The supplier was a bore anyway, the most interesting thing he did was throw a tantrum when Lucien announced that he was leaving. He came to a sudden stop his assistant collided with him, he didn't notice "ring ahead to the yacht and have my best suit prepared .... and for goodness sake keep up" Then he set off again leaving his assistant to make the call.

He reached the yacht within minutes, As he was changing it made its way over to the hangar were rave and the lost hero were situated. The yacht slid into the hangar with a rare grace and Lucien made his way down the passenger gangway. His presence was announced by the click of his shoes on the metal floor. The last time [member="RC 212 "]had been in the fringe Lucien was just a refugee with expensive tastes. He was now one of the most powerful men in the fringe. The pair came into view "Good afternoon Lady Merrill, I trust you are well"He said Politeness did cost nothing after all. Addressing their newly returned soldier was less easy, Lucien had no idea of his rank "My Lord you have been gone a long time ... much has changed" The main change being the new style of government.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Rave Merrill"]
Rc looked over the group and removed his helmet. The scarred and grilled face of jango greeted them. He smiled a warm smile from ear to ear and laughed aloud.


"Indeed I have been gone quite a while I daresay. As for the report I'm loaded down with the plunder of a hundred corsair fleets. Gold scrap metal and other things. How fares it here


Rc waved to his crew chief.

"Chief supervise the unloading of the material. Transfer it to the vaults for now. Tomorrow it goes to the factories."

 

[Matreya]

From nearby, a small droid moved in close to the man whom had been gone so long. Deploying a small holoprojector, it began to display a pre-recorded message made during the times of Kasamann's days as Zaiden - human figure and all:

"RC, it has been a time. I knew one day you would return to the light, and thus I made this recording. Pending any form of danger created after this recording, I would like to meet with you once more. If you are seeing this however, it means I am not dead and simply await word from you."

Kasamann had sat in the Jail Cells of the OP for to long... First came Holo messages, next would be the real thing.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kasamann"]

RC raised an eybrow at this message. Zaiden? Dead? It was bit much to handle. But then the recording said he was alive? Not really knowing what the droid was or who was its master RC did the best thing he knew to do.

Sure that he was being recorded, he nodded to the droid.

"Carry this message to your master droid. This is RC. I see things have changed quite a bit. If you want to meet slip a location to the Mercenaries Guild Hall in Tortuga. Catch ya later."

It was a rushed message but RC was rushing to get a drink and relax after a long flight.

"Come then I suppose there is a place to drink and discuss current events now? Last time I was on Annaj we were just building the first major fortress. Now we got cities I see.!"

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="RC 212 "][member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Kasamann"]

"There's a lot to catch up on, RC," said Rave grimly. "We're working hard to strengthen relationships with the Mandalorians. Your timing's not great. We may have to keep your presence low-key. What you just saw was Zaiden after his second death -- he was captured by the Omega Protectorate when we assaulted Eriadu.

"Oh, and the galaxy is almost certainly about to explode. Sooner or later the Republic will break the Treaty of Telos and attack us again for harboring Sith. The Mandalorians and the Republic have had...issues with each other. We're about to get our fill of war.

"There's a bar this way."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien allowed Rave to do most of the talking she was far more knowledgeable of The events going on in the fringe at the moment ... He had been engaged reforming Skye's society. He simply followed the two to the bar rave mentioned requesting a red wine from a rather common looking bartender ... He was not impressed with the result.