Keter
The Renegade
Keter sat in his chair, idly spinning in place like a child, the swivel squeaking. He had managed to obtain a modest little holdout on Hutta, part of his contract with the cartel. It felt...good to be back home. Of course his goal was to control the planet and make it a jewel once more, but all things in good time.
For now he was just a mercenary for the Cartel. A force user, somewhat eccentric, but useful, so they kept him around. They didn't trust him of course, since only foolish Hutts actually expressed trust. So he was left to his own devices for the majority. The problem was, that left him bored. He had contacted Darrunga Kalsiljic and offered his services as a combat trainer or flight instructor or even tactical adviser, before moving on and posting his availability to the Cartel's news network. It would be good to meet some of the others, get a grasp on how they operated and what they did.
Whatever allies he made now after all would be able to support his bid for Stewardship of Hutta.
For now he was just a mercenary for the Cartel. A force user, somewhat eccentric, but useful, so they kept him around. They didn't trust him of course, since only foolish Hutts actually expressed trust. So he was left to his own devices for the majority. The problem was, that left him bored. He had contacted Darrunga Kalsiljic and offered his services as a combat trainer or flight instructor or even tactical adviser, before moving on and posting his availability to the Cartel's news network. It would be good to meet some of the others, get a grasp on how they operated and what they did.
Whatever allies he made now after all would be able to support his bid for Stewardship of Hutta.
