Weapon of a Imperial Hero.

[Kyrel Ren]

Darth Vader...That name has become a feared one throughout the galaxy for a thousand years. To Kyrel he was everything he had ever known since his studies in the dark side began. He had studied him from his personality to his lightsaber style. He had read every mission and achievement that he had accomplished. This was an obsession to him that he kept to himself,and still even with the recent achievement of capturing his remains on Endor he still wasn't satisfied. He had long sought after the weapon of the Emperor's Enforcer,and for months he had searched far and wide for it. The problem was that most Imperial records identified his Lightsaber to have been destroyed on the Second Death Star but he had to disagree. He had heard that long ago a group known as the Acolytes of the Beyond which some said were precursors to the Ren had bought the Lightsaber on the world of Taris after that the trail went cold.

He had arrived to the Wheel a space station that was known to be very shady,and often filled with scum. He had come there to meet a contact who supposedly knew the whereabouts of the lost weapon. He had not come with Fellow disciple [member="Brennan Cabrol"] to aid him in his quest. He walked through the halls of the crowded space station gazing around with his photoreceptors gaining all sorts of information. He saw species from Humans,Zabrak,Twi'Lek,Rodian,and so many more. They glared at him cautiously wondering what a figure like him would come here,nonetheless he ignored them anyway see how they were not a threat. He finally reached a spot of what looked to be a Cantina called The Drunken Dug. He gazed at the disciple and said cautiously. "Be Wary. Who knows what we shall encounter in the wretched place." He stepped inside his cape flowing with each careful step. They mingled through the cramped crowd before finally sitting in a dark corner of the room waiting for the contact to arrive.


[member="Echo Kora"]
[member="Aaron Kidd"]
[member="Actakos"]

 

[Aaron Kidd]

The Wheel, a very shady space station would be putting it lightly, a place where anything could and would happen. The teen had began to walk through the bustling station, not caring if he bumped into people or not. A vibroblade strapped to his belt along with a blaster pistol. His grey shirt fit tightly around his torso.

The teen would shoot a small smirk as he came across a Cantina called The Drunken Dug. What a charming place. The teen decided to walk in, he was set on making his way to the back, he would push people out of the way as he reached the back, looking over he would notice a lair sitting in a dark corner.

Aaron made his way towards the two ominous looking men. He would slowly take a seat next to them. The exact reason why?
Because he loved to annoy people, they seemed like the perfect people to hang out with too.

But honestly he had been asked to help on an hunt to find some artifact of a lord of some sort, supposedly the lord was super powerful. The Mandolorian would keep his grin up as he sat silently waiting.
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
@Brennon Carbrol
[member="Echo Kora"]
[member="Actakos"]

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Kyrel Ren"] was one of the few thus far that Brennan had been seen associating with outside of the Bastion on Virgilia; the man was clad in a respiratory suit of some kind that looked fit for battle wherever she should so find it where as Brennan himself, though geared up in his acquired field gear, masked and identity hidden from the general populace of the lowly station, still bore armor that lacked the protection of his associate and fellow Disciple.

"Be Wary. Who knows what we shall encounter in the wretched place."​

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Brennan had a fair idea of the type of people they would meet within such a place although he did not respond but simply turn his gaze upon Kyrel, his mask and hood black with the exception of the front which resembled a white hand having fallen before him, it emphasized the wearer's presence as an ominous figure and not likely that of which the common man would seek to stumble upon within such a place; though too it resembled in part something of a military nature if not slightly ritualistic or cult-like. He offered no nod of acknowledgement but simply looked back at his peer, a look that held true for perhaps the longest few seconds of the life of anyone within their immediate proximity; only Kyrel likely understanding that in this simple glance, his advice had been accepted.

This time, the Disciple of Ren had come armed. Strapped across his chest within a black leather sache to match the make of his attire, a single lightsaber sat sheathed housing the new Kyber Crystal that he had recently gained during one of their excursions. To his back, just above his rear, the steel dirk with a sheath of its own. The latter was a blade of much more sinister design, a blood-letter that most would find to be medieval and archaic.

No one however would be blamed in questioning how the two came to be travelling together; even despite their shared ties in the First Order's Knights of Ren. As of yet, Brennan held not a single friendship but a collective of associates following a similar path sharing a similar goal. In the new age of this emperical force, it was naturally the idea to be conceived that walking the path rogue and alone would hinder him fully. The Knights of Ren were a special Order under the gaze and iron hand of the Supreme Leader; it was no doubt of his that in order to maximize his ability to serve faithfully, that such ties were required to be formed if he were to fulfill his new found position dutifully.

[member="Aaron Kidd"]

 

[Skylar Walker]

Another day, another mission, hunting for things from the same person. Skye didn't know why she came on these things, she just did. At least she was doing something. Today, Skye wore one of her usual outfits.((minus the scarf)) Her lightsaber was split into two sabers at the moment since she didn't have a better way to carry it, so her saber now in two, hung from her belt and bounced the very slightest with every step. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, to prevent it from getting in the way since it was so long.

Skylar followed [member="Kyrel Ren"] into a place called The Drunken Dug. She read the sign as The Drunken Pug, but hey, that was her weird side acting up. Going towards the building, she herself received many stares and glares, but she only returned a hardened look and kept moving on. She was given a choice on this mission and since she had nothing better to do, she went with him.

A few people joined them, in which she knew none of them. Skye didn't even recognize them. Hearing Kyrel, she gave a small nod of acknowledgement before following him inside. Once they made it to a table in a dark corner, she sat down and then noticed as a man came over and sat down with them. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She did recognize a familiar trait though.. he was also Mandalorian. She could tell.

~ [member="Aaron Kidd"] ; [member="Brennan Cabrol"] ; [member="Echo Kora"] ; [member="Actakos"] ~​

 

[Actakos]

Actakos landed his Sith Infiltrator outside the station known as "The Wheel." He needed to refuel after quite a long trip, and he decided he would stop here. He had been here multiple times and figured he could just go where he always goes when he shows up, The Drunken Dug. The bar was full of scum and other disgusting creatures from across the galaxy. It suited him perfectly. He had picked up a few jobs from inside, and gotten some tips on locations of Jedi stragglers. It was a perfect place for him to find something to do.

He decided to leave his sniper rifle inside the ship. Bartenders don't take too kindly to carrying a huge weapon inside, but they do permit small ones. So, he left his vibroblade attached to his side and his saberstaff strapped to his back. If he needed either it would be simple enough to grab them. He pulled his tattered hood up and over his head and walked off his ship. He stuck enough credits in the machine and let his ship start fueling as he headed inside.

As soon as he entered he started looking around at all the creatures in the bar. The place was full, fuller than normal. But Actakos did what he always did, go sit in the corner. There were a few people there, but he didn't really care. He could snap their throats if he needed. So he went over, grabbed a chair and sat down, right next to [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Aaron Kidd"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] and [member="Skylar Walker"]