Aran Finn
Redeemed
There were rumours that Alen Na'Varro was in need of exploring. Between Taloraan and Kayri, on the edges of Fringe space, there was word of something that the Dark Jedi Knight was looking for. Something he'd need if he was to achieve his goals. For some time, Alen had been planning something. A galaxy-wide reckoning, a movement by the people for the people, a tidal wave of blood. To start, he needed a mobile base. Something tangible, something powerful, and something that was not rooted to one place, one system. A mobile base ... a Star Destroyer. One of the fabled ImpStarDeuces of old.
Stranded in dark space, hundreds of thousands of kilometres in between any discernible system. Thank the Force that Alen had seen the way, or he and @[member="Peyton Steele"] would be in a world of hurt. From Taloraan they would jump, guided by Alen's use of the Force, and find the Reliance, a crippled hulk from the days of Palpatine. Then they would get it the feth out of there, and haul it back to Annaj where developments could begin in earnest.
Traveling aboard a large spice freighter that would double as a towing boat, Alen looked over at his ally Peyton and then back out of the viewport. When she was ready, he'd begin.
Stranded in dark space, hundreds of thousands of kilometres in between any discernible system. Thank the Force that Alen had seen the way, or he and @[member="Peyton Steele"] would be in a world of hurt. From Taloraan they would jump, guided by Alen's use of the Force, and find the Reliance, a crippled hulk from the days of Palpatine. Then they would get it the feth out of there, and haul it back to Annaj where developments could begin in earnest.
Traveling aboard a large spice freighter that would double as a towing boat, Alen looked over at his ally Peyton and then back out of the viewport. When she was ready, he'd begin.