Relationship Status: It's Complicated
H U N T
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Valery Noble
The planet of Aruza lay nestled between Confederate and Alliance space. It was an unspoken neutral zone of sorts, which often left the planet to fend for itself when it came to matters of security. The people seemed to prefer it that way, given their long standing history of non-violence, but as those who took that position often discovered, violence still came.
His name was nothing of great importance. Like many of his persuasion it had long been abandoned for the moniker of Darth Anon. Gerwald would never understand the allure of it, despite having rolled a few options around his tongue for the day he may find it necessary. For now, Gerwald Lechner was just fine. The evils and assumptions of the title or mantle of Darth did not cling to him in this manner.
The wolf did not typically monitor the frequencies which surrounded the borders of Confederate space, but with the recent troubles which had been mounting for the Knights themselves, Gerwald needed to know what was happening beyond the space they occupied. It was the reason he found himself bound for the planet Darth Anon had decided to settle on.
A report that would have likely been overlooked was one Gerwald had to give attention to. Any Sith that would attempt to set up some kind of holdings between CIS and Alliance territoy was either bold, stupid, or a credible threat. The Lupine had learned long ago that it was unwise to judge rash behavior as a sign of stupidity. He had been deceived enough to know that rash behavior could often be born from confidence. Just because it was not how he chose to operate did not mean others were the same.
The ship landed in a forest outside the main city, far enough to keep his intentions from the people that would disapprove of the methods he would employ. A crisp scent struck his senses tugging at the wolf within. Perhaps he would run later, after he accomplished what he came to do. Even the wolf might find the satisfaction of tearing into a good amount of flesh as well. One could only hope.
Two lightsabers and his hammer were the only weapons the Lord Commander carried. He did not plan on engaging the enemy unless necessary. A lone wolf could only do so much after all. From the distance it seemed there were only a few sentries posted, likely easy enough for Gerwald to work around. Reaching out with the force, however, told a different story. This Darth Anon had set up an academy of sorts. There were several force sensitives inside the building, and a strong signature at the center, no doubt the Sith himself.
“Chit, I should have brought back up,” Gerwald cursed.
It was late to call for any, so the wolf had a choice. He could leave and bring his squires with him, or the wolf could press ahead. The choice was not a hard one at all.
With a scream, Gerwald charged ahead, immediately gaining the attention of the sentries guarding the entrance. This was going to be fun.
His name was nothing of great importance. Like many of his persuasion it had long been abandoned for the moniker of Darth Anon. Gerwald would never understand the allure of it, despite having rolled a few options around his tongue for the day he may find it necessary. For now, Gerwald Lechner was just fine. The evils and assumptions of the title or mantle of Darth did not cling to him in this manner.
The wolf did not typically monitor the frequencies which surrounded the borders of Confederate space, but with the recent troubles which had been mounting for the Knights themselves, Gerwald needed to know what was happening beyond the space they occupied. It was the reason he found himself bound for the planet Darth Anon had decided to settle on.
A report that would have likely been overlooked was one Gerwald had to give attention to. Any Sith that would attempt to set up some kind of holdings between CIS and Alliance territoy was either bold, stupid, or a credible threat. The Lupine had learned long ago that it was unwise to judge rash behavior as a sign of stupidity. He had been deceived enough to know that rash behavior could often be born from confidence. Just because it was not how he chose to operate did not mean others were the same.
The ship landed in a forest outside the main city, far enough to keep his intentions from the people that would disapprove of the methods he would employ. A crisp scent struck his senses tugging at the wolf within. Perhaps he would run later, after he accomplished what he came to do. Even the wolf might find the satisfaction of tearing into a good amount of flesh as well. One could only hope.
Two lightsabers and his hammer were the only weapons the Lord Commander carried. He did not plan on engaging the enemy unless necessary. A lone wolf could only do so much after all. From the distance it seemed there were only a few sentries posted, likely easy enough for Gerwald to work around. Reaching out with the force, however, told a different story. This Darth Anon had set up an academy of sorts. There were several force sensitives inside the building, and a strong signature at the center, no doubt the Sith himself.
“Chit, I should have brought back up,” Gerwald cursed.
It was late to call for any, so the wolf had a choice. He could leave and bring his squires with him, or the wolf could press ahead. The choice was not a hard one at all.
With a scream, Gerwald charged ahead, immediately gaining the attention of the sentries guarding the entrance. This was going to be fun.