Loarko awoke from his dreams in his large home in Iridonia. He'd been wanting to set up an invasion to attack his enemies fleet and take them over. Loarko eventually decided to go on his own, and take out the target himself. He'd meet some friends along the way, and build a small task force to help him take down the fleet. Loarko walked down the stairs and into the large hangar attached to his house. It housed his prised B-Wing, The Mastiff.
Past...
The Mastiff was a ship he'd acquired from a black market trader while in Coruscant. He used it during his time with the Jedi, before he was betrayed. During Order 66 his fighter was shot down by his clone squadron, Sigma Squadron. He crashed into the ground and severely damaged his ship. Loarko thought the Jedi Qui Da Shindo was the one responsible for shooting him down. He accused the Jedi Order almost instantly of being corrupt and insane. He took a life of crime in order to make money to repair his ship. Loarko then took the money and repaired the ship and left the Jedi Order. He needed a new home, away from the Jedi scum. The B-Wing landed in Iridonia and Lorako had found a home! He lived there for a few months living off what he trapped and then a recruiting officer from a faction called the One Sith. Loarko felt as if he'd found a new way to use his power. While there he strengthened his powers to become stronger with the dark side. After months of training he was ready.....ready to kill Qui Da Shindo and show him and the rest of the Jedi not to mess with him.
Present....
Loarko loaded the last of his supplies into his B-Wing and lifted off, his first destination was a Cantina south off his home. There he'd recruit allies to help his journey. Loarko landed on a small landing pad opposite of the cantina. He hopped out and grabbed his robe, throwing over his rusting metal body he walked towards the cantina. A large bouncer was standing at the door. He stepped in front of the door, stopping Loarko in his tracks. He said in a gruff voice ,"Aye, who are you!?". Loarko clouded his mind with a mind trick and walked inside the cantina. Laroko walked over a table in the back and laid his saberstaff in the seat next to him. Now he waited for someone to walk in that was willing to answer his call for help.
Past...
The Mastiff was a ship he'd acquired from a black market trader while in Coruscant. He used it during his time with the Jedi, before he was betrayed. During Order 66 his fighter was shot down by his clone squadron, Sigma Squadron. He crashed into the ground and severely damaged his ship. Loarko thought the Jedi Qui Da Shindo was the one responsible for shooting him down. He accused the Jedi Order almost instantly of being corrupt and insane. He took a life of crime in order to make money to repair his ship. Loarko then took the money and repaired the ship and left the Jedi Order. He needed a new home, away from the Jedi scum. The B-Wing landed in Iridonia and Lorako had found a home! He lived there for a few months living off what he trapped and then a recruiting officer from a faction called the One Sith. Loarko felt as if he'd found a new way to use his power. While there he strengthened his powers to become stronger with the dark side. After months of training he was ready.....ready to kill Qui Da Shindo and show him and the rest of the Jedi not to mess with him.
Present....
Loarko loaded the last of his supplies into his B-Wing and lifted off, his first destination was a Cantina south off his home. There he'd recruit allies to help his journey. Loarko landed on a small landing pad opposite of the cantina. He hopped out and grabbed his robe, throwing over his rusting metal body he walked towards the cantina. A large bouncer was standing at the door. He stepped in front of the door, stopping Loarko in his tracks. He said in a gruff voice ,"Aye, who are you!?". Loarko clouded his mind with a mind trick and walked inside the cantina. Laroko walked over a table in the back and laid his saberstaff in the seat next to him. Now he waited for someone to walk in that was willing to answer his call for help.
