WolfMortum
OOC Account
Coruscant had been a mess and yet between there and travelling to Nar Shadaa, drawing in the attention of two others and considering where he felt the Darkside of the Force to be calling him, Zarack's ambitions had slowly changed over time moving away from what was isolated and self contained to something else. The theory around the Outcasts of Arkaos first started with a name, his chosen alias to turn his back on the past and forge a stronger, more dominant future for himself. Upon meeting Syndri however, a rather gifted and almost feral woman who'd come to embrace the darkness and call it on it strengthen her survivalist nature, Zarack's idea around the lone name grew into an ideal, a well source of power and independence if people only had the mind to accept what it all stood for and to fight for it.
'To hell with fate...Life is what we choose to make of it' He thought to himself as he piloted the Baccara through the outer-rim, his eyes on the navigational charts of his vessels core systems; He felt empowered by this new direction, the thought of being able to stand against the common and corrupt way of the Galaxy taking a stand for people like himself and Syndri, those that never had a chance in life until they first took that of another's and learned that nothing was free and that everything had a price if you pushed hard enough to find it. Outcasts, that fit the bill perfectly, people that had been turned away from the larger majority, people that felt broken and betrayed by what they'd hoped was a good in galactic society, the novelty of there actually being some integrity between the many hundreds of worlds that drifted through space sharing the same lifespan. These were the kind of people that Zarack could use, to come to know and to try to pursuade them that you didn't just sit there and accept the kriff hand that life has dealt but you rise up and take what's rightfully yours from the likes of people that have it all just because they were born into the right family, or those who have slaved their employee's to become rich off of their own peoples suffering, those were the kind of things in the Galaxy that Zarack hated passionately. Ostracizing, degrading and demoralizing others to elevate yourself higher above them all; that kind of selfishness deserved only one thing, a painful agonizing death.
Driven by the Force, his intentions were so often fueled by his emotions but at the core of it all, Zarack needed others to rally to the cause if the few they had were going to survive with any real show of strength in the galaxy. To become an Organization of their own, throw away the moral side, already justified in doing anything they were required to do to earn credits and claim their place in the hierarchy of all things, Zarack had no problem getting his hands dirty to see this through, they'd been marred since the assault on demonsgate.
Tatooine offered no security what-so-ever, the planet was so far outside of anyone's eyes but the Hutt's that entering the atmosphere was about as eye catching as a dead tusken in the desert sands of the twilight zone. He'd only been there once before during his brief period following the withdrawal from his former Masters guise, seeking to distance himself for a time to ensure there'd be no hostile follow up from betraying her expectations and turning away from his training. Things were easier to deal with here, with the exception of the heat, the population was about as dirty as Nar Shadaa and in a place that far down on the moral charter, everything was negotiable.
'To hell with fate...Life is what we choose to make of it' He thought to himself as he piloted the Baccara through the outer-rim, his eyes on the navigational charts of his vessels core systems; He felt empowered by this new direction, the thought of being able to stand against the common and corrupt way of the Galaxy taking a stand for people like himself and Syndri, those that never had a chance in life until they first took that of another's and learned that nothing was free and that everything had a price if you pushed hard enough to find it. Outcasts, that fit the bill perfectly, people that had been turned away from the larger majority, people that felt broken and betrayed by what they'd hoped was a good in galactic society, the novelty of there actually being some integrity between the many hundreds of worlds that drifted through space sharing the same lifespan. These were the kind of people that Zarack could use, to come to know and to try to pursuade them that you didn't just sit there and accept the kriff hand that life has dealt but you rise up and take what's rightfully yours from the likes of people that have it all just because they were born into the right family, or those who have slaved their employee's to become rich off of their own peoples suffering, those were the kind of things in the Galaxy that Zarack hated passionately. Ostracizing, degrading and demoralizing others to elevate yourself higher above them all; that kind of selfishness deserved only one thing, a painful agonizing death.
Driven by the Force, his intentions were so often fueled by his emotions but at the core of it all, Zarack needed others to rally to the cause if the few they had were going to survive with any real show of strength in the galaxy. To become an Organization of their own, throw away the moral side, already justified in doing anything they were required to do to earn credits and claim their place in the hierarchy of all things, Zarack had no problem getting his hands dirty to see this through, they'd been marred since the assault on demonsgate.
Tatooine offered no security what-so-ever, the planet was so far outside of anyone's eyes but the Hutt's that entering the atmosphere was about as eye catching as a dead tusken in the desert sands of the twilight zone. He'd only been there once before during his brief period following the withdrawal from his former Masters guise, seeking to distance himself for a time to ensure there'd be no hostile follow up from betraying her expectations and turning away from his training. Things were easier to deal with here, with the exception of the heat, the population was about as dirty as Nar Shadaa and in a place that far down on the moral charter, everything was negotiable.