Lirra, Outpost 1
Werah nodded at his second-in-command, and pressed the button to open the gates. He stood in a huge open room, with many people bustling around, and large windows overlooking the orange sky, as the sun set behind the horizon. More delegates from another company, Werah couldn't even remember which one. It was always busy these days, and Werah felt tired of the whole thing. He walked out across the corridor, towards his private residence. The airlock hissed, and he was allowed inside. Werah reclined back in the luxurious surroundings, and began to detach his mask. It popped off easily, and Werah took a deep breath, happy to be freed from the cold metal. He then flicked out his eyepieces, allowing himself to look at the world with his own eyes. He pondered the events of the past few months, ever since he left Roon for good. The TU had fallen, and he had moved here, to Lirra, along with a small army. He had been training them to fight, in the hope that some day, the TU could be revived. Now, he realised that there was never a chance to bring back the TU, and this reflected his decision to disband his army, just a week ago. The base was still busy, as the sudden fall of the Union had made loads of investors scramble to talk business with Werah. Still, soon even that would subside, and he would be left alone with his thoughts. Werah wondered about the future, and what he should do next. He had shown himself to excel in the corporate universe, and he knew ways to make some quick profit. But truthfully, Werah was tired of all the bickering and deception. He just wanted to be by himself, and learn the ways of the force. At that moment, Werah set himself a goal. He would master the different forms of the force, and learn how to use them. He seeked the knowledge of this mysterious energy, that had such a hold over the entire galaxy. Werah reattached his mask, and put on his armour. He was off on a journey, both physically and mentally, to learn the ways of the force...