WolfMortum
OOC Account
The journey was not at all a complicated plot on the nav-charts, merely following the Rimma Trade Route meant traversing from the Orders territory and back into the Galactic Alliances, to Eriadu of which had been his home for so many years. Despite the small venture, it still felt like it had been so long since he'd returned to the loveless planet; the source of his bounty and the desecration of the family he loved before everything went straight to hell. Call it a moment of impulse though in struggling to pinpoint his allegiances of late, home seemed like the only plausible downtime that might give him something to distract from the paranoid and endless bounds of hostilities and politics.
A year had passed in truth, hardly a time worth noting though in that time Zarack had gone from a nobody on Eriadu, to become a known (though not well), Criminal and an affiliate of the Order of the Black Rose, by his masters Initiation and his search for something to claim he belonged to. Blindly stepping into the organization, he found he'd been thrust not only into a training regiment that had ridiculed and near killed him, but also seen to his involvement in conflicts that he had no personal reason to involve himself in save for avoiding his Masters wrath. Curiously, it had not all been so arduous and certainly not without some gain. He'd acquired the Baccara (his Ship) through the associations of the Order, a pair of lightsabers through that of his Master as well as some experience in training to use the force to his advantage. An odd internal conflict to find himself in as he enjoyed little of the company yet had profited from it all. As twisted as it seemed, Zarack had lost sight of any lawful streak he'd once held and in seeking more for his own gain, had ended up affiliating not only with the Black Rose but so too with the Brethren Court, an organization of pirates, smugglers, thieves and criminals of a similar nature. Scoundrels, the lot of him, to which he'd come to find he had a number of things in common with.
The Universe was a big place however, and one thing that Zarack had come to learn was that Loyalty only went as far as you were willing to compromise to follow someone else's desires, that or you had deep pockets enough to buy your way out. Zarack did not have deep pockets, not enough to purchase immunity from any one organizations reaches and while he still had not come to terms with his chosen place in the Black Rose, leaving them meant incurring not only the hatred of his Master but so too losing the security that went with being an associate of such a clique.
The Baccara touched down with the landing bay floor, the walls of the Hanger rising up passed the cockpit to block out the horizon and fill the young mans view with the corporate walls of some financial giant that had built the establishment. No longer on a system that he was estranged too, Zarack moved to reach for his black robe, the long cloak that sagged around his feet with the hood that would do enough to mask himself from the view of the majority of people he would come across, at the least blocking the nosiness of the holo-cams; the teen-aged pilot sought to lower the landing bay and casually saunter down it, lowering his head to avoid hitting it on the aft of the vessels hull.
"Greetings Sir!" One of the workers at the station moved to approach him, offering a smile and looking to identify and log the vessels arrival, "Welcome to Eriadu. 'Tis a wonderful place of enterprise. If you'd be so good as to register your ship, I can provide you with a tour of the district if you'd so like!". He was polite though it wasn't difficult to see how difficult it was for him to force it, feigned happiness in the face of new visitors. 'He must see all kinds...' Zarack thought to himself, a moments sympathy for the man.
Focusing on the male standing before him, Zarack though not physically, reached out with the force to shroud the other and seek to persuade him differently. "I am afraid I'm here on business my good man..." He spoke as he pulled a credit chip from the compartment of his belt, handing it to the greeter, "At the behest of the Alliance...-This Vessel will go free of charge and it will not be necessary to put a name on government business..." Zarack smiled as sincerely as convincingly possible while he touched the mans mind with the coercion that was the mental power in the Force, the bribe that he'd offered was substantial enough that he hoped there'd be little blow-back in his return.
"Oh..." The worker stumbled something awkwardly for words as his mind was played upon by Zarack's ability in the force, "Well then, Mr...-Smith! I will leave you to your business, good luck and have a good day!" the smile was returned and the man soon departed, richer for it though none the wiser.
A year had passed in truth, hardly a time worth noting though in that time Zarack had gone from a nobody on Eriadu, to become a known (though not well), Criminal and an affiliate of the Order of the Black Rose, by his masters Initiation and his search for something to claim he belonged to. Blindly stepping into the organization, he found he'd been thrust not only into a training regiment that had ridiculed and near killed him, but also seen to his involvement in conflicts that he had no personal reason to involve himself in save for avoiding his Masters wrath. Curiously, it had not all been so arduous and certainly not without some gain. He'd acquired the Baccara (his Ship) through the associations of the Order, a pair of lightsabers through that of his Master as well as some experience in training to use the force to his advantage. An odd internal conflict to find himself in as he enjoyed little of the company yet had profited from it all. As twisted as it seemed, Zarack had lost sight of any lawful streak he'd once held and in seeking more for his own gain, had ended up affiliating not only with the Black Rose but so too with the Brethren Court, an organization of pirates, smugglers, thieves and criminals of a similar nature. Scoundrels, the lot of him, to which he'd come to find he had a number of things in common with.
The Universe was a big place however, and one thing that Zarack had come to learn was that Loyalty only went as far as you were willing to compromise to follow someone else's desires, that or you had deep pockets enough to buy your way out. Zarack did not have deep pockets, not enough to purchase immunity from any one organizations reaches and while he still had not come to terms with his chosen place in the Black Rose, leaving them meant incurring not only the hatred of his Master but so too losing the security that went with being an associate of such a clique.
The Baccara touched down with the landing bay floor, the walls of the Hanger rising up passed the cockpit to block out the horizon and fill the young mans view with the corporate walls of some financial giant that had built the establishment. No longer on a system that he was estranged too, Zarack moved to reach for his black robe, the long cloak that sagged around his feet with the hood that would do enough to mask himself from the view of the majority of people he would come across, at the least blocking the nosiness of the holo-cams; the teen-aged pilot sought to lower the landing bay and casually saunter down it, lowering his head to avoid hitting it on the aft of the vessels hull.
"Greetings Sir!" One of the workers at the station moved to approach him, offering a smile and looking to identify and log the vessels arrival, "Welcome to Eriadu. 'Tis a wonderful place of enterprise. If you'd be so good as to register your ship, I can provide you with a tour of the district if you'd so like!". He was polite though it wasn't difficult to see how difficult it was for him to force it, feigned happiness in the face of new visitors. 'He must see all kinds...' Zarack thought to himself, a moments sympathy for the man.
Focusing on the male standing before him, Zarack though not physically, reached out with the force to shroud the other and seek to persuade him differently. "I am afraid I'm here on business my good man..." He spoke as he pulled a credit chip from the compartment of his belt, handing it to the greeter, "At the behest of the Alliance...-This Vessel will go free of charge and it will not be necessary to put a name on government business..." Zarack smiled as sincerely as convincingly possible while he touched the mans mind with the coercion that was the mental power in the Force, the bribe that he'd offered was substantial enough that he hoped there'd be little blow-back in his return.
"Oh..." The worker stumbled something awkwardly for words as his mind was played upon by Zarack's ability in the force, "Well then, Mr...-Smith! I will leave you to your business, good luck and have a good day!" the smile was returned and the man soon departed, richer for it though none the wiser.