WolfMortum
OOC Account
In the search for a custom made weapon to suit his and the First Order's needs, his path had taken him through into the territory of a foreign power and once again into the company of the Sith. This Ascendant Power he knew so little about apparently differed from the One Sith Empire of whom had been responsible for years of mental degradation and physical torture, yet the contact who had pushed him this way was one with validated credentials and a reputation for professionalism in the business and pleasure of death.
The Furious Class Corvette touched down with the dry-dock landing bay, the boarding ramp lowering from the back of the craft and Brennan moving down into the open, cloaked in the black robe that likely fit the territory given its leading government and the original in their power over the worlds around them, Brennan himself had not come here to interferre with the livelihood of the Sith but rather to meet with this proposed blacksmith and alchemist, to see for himself the well spoken of efforts his credits were to result in.
He was a killer for a cause, and that cause was the will of the Supreme Leader. Many of the other Knights of Ren, the Disciples and all had focused themselves into a number of various directions, political, engineering, educational; none of which seemed to interest Brennan where he found that none of that mattered at the end of ones life. Killing was his job and one day he considered assassination might be his art; the First Order had a number of enemies, not all best to be confronted in the fields of war. Often times the best way to kill powerful player in the game of thrones was to do so without a trail leading back to you, through stealth and the element of surprise, with a sharp blade driven down in the perfect angle, a single strike to end all days.
He had thought a great deal about all this and having sent word ahead to [member="Damien Daemon"] with his request, the two had organized a place of meeting, to be the blacksmith and artisans choice so that he might feel at home on known ground while Brennan was willing to risk his neck for the perfect blade. One that would be identical and act as his signature in the jobs to come.
The Furious Class Corvette touched down with the dry-dock landing bay, the boarding ramp lowering from the back of the craft and Brennan moving down into the open, cloaked in the black robe that likely fit the territory given its leading government and the original in their power over the worlds around them, Brennan himself had not come here to interferre with the livelihood of the Sith but rather to meet with this proposed blacksmith and alchemist, to see for himself the well spoken of efforts his credits were to result in.
He was a killer for a cause, and that cause was the will of the Supreme Leader. Many of the other Knights of Ren, the Disciples and all had focused themselves into a number of various directions, political, engineering, educational; none of which seemed to interest Brennan where he found that none of that mattered at the end of ones life. Killing was his job and one day he considered assassination might be his art; the First Order had a number of enemies, not all best to be confronted in the fields of war. Often times the best way to kill powerful player in the game of thrones was to do so without a trail leading back to you, through stealth and the element of surprise, with a sharp blade driven down in the perfect angle, a single strike to end all days.
He had thought a great deal about all this and having sent word ahead to [member="Damien Daemon"] with his request, the two had organized a place of meeting, to be the blacksmith and artisans choice so that he might feel at home on known ground while Brennan was willing to risk his neck for the perfect blade. One that would be identical and act as his signature in the jobs to come.