Coming Out of the Dark

[Ra'a'mah]

With his mother starting to bring Aodhan along with her more that he was older was something good for him. It got him off Lorrd and exposed him to many more things in life. One of these things were missions that could be occomplished. Instead of doing small time strikes against the Sith, he could make a greater mark in the Galaxy.

When word reached his ears of such a mission, he agreed to join it. The fine details would be learned later, right now, he was more interested in making a name for himself. Such a typical teen thing to do.

So here the young man was, waiting to meet with Coren and get started on things. Much like his mother, he wore garb that was more fitting for a desert than anything else. He was also trained to fit in and the way he walked, moved and talked, he fit in rather well. Only his clothing made him stand out. However, that did not deter him from his actions.

Time and money would allow him to change those and he would figure out just what he wanted in his life. Right now, the cocky teen wanted fame. He didn't care about much else and his actions would get him the attention he craved and people would learn his name.

Taking a seat as he waited for Coren to show up, the lessons he learned from his mother and people came into play. He observed what was going on around him and paid attention to detail. Soon enough a man matching the description he had of who he was meeting appeared and he stood up and walk over to him.

"Coren Starchaser?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser figured he could put out the calls for a few different teams on this mission. He wanted to take it a bit easier, and let others start to shine. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be taking an active role. Oh hell no. Starchaser was a fighter through and through. So his team was going to be small, because it was a more precision strike. Well, precision for him.

So not precise at all. And that was kind of always the issue being on his side. He needed the thinkers, and he’d find them, but for now? It was more who he could get out to this desert in the middle of no where. Alliance forces were on the strike path, and Coren had to get right steps into place before they could hit. And that meant moving quick and light.

He heard his name as he entered and looked around.. More checking the area and who was here because he saw who called him. Trying to pull out his best former known smuggler mindset, he looked at the … kid, really… and shrugged. “Depends who is asking, really.”

But yes, anyone would know it was him.

[member="Aodhan Linn"]

 

[Ra'a'mah]

"You are, I can tell. Aodhan Linn. My mother is a Silver and former slave. I was born free and want to help."

He also needed to figure out what he was going to be when he grew up. Part of his childhood training consisted of being an assassin. Without the use of the Force, Aodhan needed to use other means to accomplish his goals. Hidden on his body were various means to disable or even kill a person.

The boy carried himself with some confidence and knowledge of the land. This might be the middle of nowhere, but he fit in like a native. That was a skill many people from Lorrd possessed and he was one of them. His inflection, tone, clothing (when he got the chance to change) to the way he acted, he fit in and didn't raise suspicion or cause questions to be asked.

Picking up the drink he had in front of him, he offered a seat to Coren. Details of the mission were needed, a debriefing of sorts.

"What's the plan?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]