Zarack Zorathi had still been reeling, trying to come to terms with how he'd made it off of Keth with his own personal freighter and a pocket full of credits when his name had been called upon in order to serve the Covenant that he'd not only now been affiliated with but somehow become a member within and held the weight of another's expectations over his future. Nothing over the passed six months had really come with a lot of sense but somehow he'd pulled through it all and now piloted the massive durasteel giant towards what could only be described as a small floating city in the black expanse of space littered with the stars.
Piloting wasn't something he'd ever been taught, he'd scrapped the left wing of the YT-1300 upon fleeing Keth and it's authorities yet survived miraculously against all the odds; the vast open darkness now made things rather easier as he had the time to get used to the controls sitting at the helm of the Freighter, his eyes looking out through the view port, wide and curious. 'So this is space, huh...' he mused inwardly as a half smile broached his face, a little cocky in the sudden revelation that he seemed to be safe, if only temporary but also with contacts that he might be able to rely on in a bind.
His left hand drove the center module forward, the cockpit shaking under the sudden roar of the thrusters accelerating his pace towards the waiting Space-station. "This is the uh...-" He frowned to himself, trying to remember the name of the group that he'd been thrown into head first. 'Black rose...-Right...Well, how about we call this thing....'; he leaned forward a little closer to the comm-terminal, "This is the Baccara seeking clearance to land by authorization of...-" another brief silence before he remembered and quickly added "Lady [member="Xhexania"] ". Zarack swallowed hard a little, the freighter nearing the space-station, it's orbital defenses coming into view and looking as if it could swat him from the atmosphere with little an effort. Grife he felt out of place now, everything had changed so dramatically, the streets weren't the only thing he needed to worry about anymore, now he was on the run from the bounty hunters and authority of the Galaxy, the entire universe at his disposal for places to hide yet also bringing far more hunters looking to threaten his living, what little he had made thus far.
"Unidentified vessel, you are approaching restricted-..." there was another pause though not Zaracks, it mimicked his own in a moment of wonder, the boy eyeing the comm's terminal with an immediate sense of dread. "-Belay that. Bacarra, you are cleared for docking bay three-one delta. A droid escort will be ready to receive you upon landing. Welcome home, m'lord".
The boy at the helm of the freighter almost forgot what he was doing, his eyes stared down at the terminal wider than they had been in complete awe of what had been said and how he'd been spoken to, never in his life had he been dealt with in such a way, it sounded as if whoever was on the other end had respected him. 'This is unreal...' Zarack shook his head in disbelief, 'I've seen a lot of things in the last couple days but this tops the lot...'. His eyes swept the controls in search for one of the console monitors to which he fumbled the touch-screen menu in want for an overhead display of the space-station. Finally finding one through trial and error, a holo-gram promptly popped up across the top of the dash showing a miniaturized view of a see through blue version of the mass construction, a red dot fading in and out signalling his given landing zone. 'Well...-I suppose for whatever reason, they're gonna like me less when they see me trying to land this thing...'.
[member="Grima Volitu"] l [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
