The Arch Wilder
Two years.... Two long years since Vulpesen had left Veradune. And even now, as he looked into the large mirror before him, he could hardly believe it. To his mind it seemed like an eternity since he swore off the galaxy in pursuit of his own people's happiness. But to his bdy, it was as if no time at all had passed, the greatest change being the scruffy beard that was growing upon his face. For two years he had busted his ass for the Veran people, learning the culture of the Zorrens, the traditions of the world, and politics of the various councils that made up the restablished government. So hard had he worked that event he time to shave was a luxury he couldn't afford, and sleep often proved elusive to him. To put it simply, he looked like hell.
Still, the smile on hs face could barely be contained as he drew the razor across the surfae of his skin, removing the evidence of the years to reveal the youthful king that lay underneath. Stroke by stroke he cst off the guise of a weary builder to reveal a face far more known to the galaxy. The face from under a sith's mask. The face of a failed revolution. The face of a jedi master. So many masks had he held with this flesh that sometimes he had asked who he was. But now as he grinnd and washed the razor clean, he had his answer. Vulpesen Espadus Torrevaso was the Valde of the Vitae Alliance, and the Alphos of the Veran people. And he had done his job. The order now thrived on Veradune, even if nowhere else, and his people had been restored to glory on their ancestral planet. With his duties handled, he was finally able to be free.
His clawed hand moved to click a comlink that lay beside the sink. "Captain Garros, prepare my ship." He reached over and withdrew a towel to dry his face, after which, he headed back into his main room where Ace was sitting on the bed his azure fur glowing almost as brightly as the zorren's golden eyes. After a putting on a shirt the basics of clothing, he moved to his closet and reached over to hit a small hidden switch while Ace trotted over to leap onto his shoulder. When the wall turned, he was greeted by a beautiful sight. The Twilight Fox Armor. The coat that had seen him through numerous battles, now ready for service once again. Placing it on was like entering one's own bed after years of being away. It was comfort incarnate. He reached over to the top of the stand and plucked off the golden fox mask that had personified him for so many years. Now might not have been the time to wear it, but the temptation to do so was massive. He tucked it into one of his inner pockets and walked out, only giving his abode for the past two years one final look. No doubt he would be back. He was a king andthis was his home. But for now, he needed to run, to see the galaxy he had missed.
As he rode up to the platform on Shadow, he smiled at the sight of his ship. The Twilight Vixen, a modified YT-1930 never looked so beautiful. He kicked the fox into a trot up the lowered ramp and smiled at the shiny interior. While unused during his time working for his people, he had seen to it that his home away from home had been well taken care of. After guiding his mount to the rear of the ship where a comfortable cargo cage had been prepared, he made his way towards the cockpit. Taking a seat, he couldn't help but nestle into the seat, refamiliarizing himself with it. Then, casting a glance towards Ace. "Ready?" The ashlan wolf nodded enthusiastically and Vulpesen grinned before starting to lift the ship from the ground. "Then lets go."
Still, the smile on hs face could barely be contained as he drew the razor across the surfae of his skin, removing the evidence of the years to reveal the youthful king that lay underneath. Stroke by stroke he cst off the guise of a weary builder to reveal a face far more known to the galaxy. The face from under a sith's mask. The face of a failed revolution. The face of a jedi master. So many masks had he held with this flesh that sometimes he had asked who he was. But now as he grinnd and washed the razor clean, he had his answer. Vulpesen Espadus Torrevaso was the Valde of the Vitae Alliance, and the Alphos of the Veran people. And he had done his job. The order now thrived on Veradune, even if nowhere else, and his people had been restored to glory on their ancestral planet. With his duties handled, he was finally able to be free.
His clawed hand moved to click a comlink that lay beside the sink. "Captain Garros, prepare my ship." He reached over and withdrew a towel to dry his face, after which, he headed back into his main room where Ace was sitting on the bed his azure fur glowing almost as brightly as the zorren's golden eyes. After a putting on a shirt the basics of clothing, he moved to his closet and reached over to hit a small hidden switch while Ace trotted over to leap onto his shoulder. When the wall turned, he was greeted by a beautiful sight. The Twilight Fox Armor. The coat that had seen him through numerous battles, now ready for service once again. Placing it on was like entering one's own bed after years of being away. It was comfort incarnate. He reached over to the top of the stand and plucked off the golden fox mask that had personified him for so many years. Now might not have been the time to wear it, but the temptation to do so was massive. He tucked it into one of his inner pockets and walked out, only giving his abode for the past two years one final look. No doubt he would be back. He was a king andthis was his home. But for now, he needed to run, to see the galaxy he had missed.
As he rode up to the platform on Shadow, he smiled at the sight of his ship. The Twilight Vixen, a modified YT-1930 never looked so beautiful. He kicked the fox into a trot up the lowered ramp and smiled at the shiny interior. While unused during his time working for his people, he had seen to it that his home away from home had been well taken care of. After guiding his mount to the rear of the ship where a comfortable cargo cage had been prepared, he made his way towards the cockpit. Taking a seat, he couldn't help but nestle into the seat, refamiliarizing himself with it. Then, casting a glance towards Ace. "Ready?" The ashlan wolf nodded enthusiastically and Vulpesen grinned before starting to lift the ship from the ground. "Then lets go."
