Greetings.

[Oriaxes]

[member="Darth Morgoth"]

Hello Morgoth, it is a pleasure to work for you. I hope that our company will not be short lived. I understand that as of now we are to work together in order to achieve victory. As long as I am compensated for my work you will find no issues working with me. As soon as you have any jobs for me alert me immoderately. I will always be happy to deal with the enemies of the empire.

- Rouge

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Morgoth sitting on his personal ship just outside Korriban smiled grimly as the message came in. It was his new prodigy and hopefully with good news. He swiftly began to type back.

Encrypted data​

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"I have found a suitable first target for the testing of you skills, make your way over to Vulcan Military complex on Korriban and I will meet you there to get you outfitted and briefed. "​

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The Sith Lord let his ship begin to descend into the atmosphere of his homeworld, unsure of the greeting he would find. Normally he would head to the capital but he had business to attend to.

 

[Oriaxes]

Oriaxes receiving his message immediately makes it a point to head to the sight given without hesitation. As far as he is concerned this is just another job. The ship will take a moment to heat up and arrive to the location giving Oriaxes enough time to prepare his suit and basic blaster. Though he didn’t believe his new employer was in the business of attacking new hires you can never be to careful.

Soon after landing on the dock bay Oriaxes began to make his way into the complex. He wasn’t sure how the complex security was trained, or how strong the defenses of the complex. He waited just outside of range of the guards awaiting further orders as he calls sends through a message to Morgoth

“I’m here outside the front entrance. Where am I to head from here.”

A slight grin plastered on his face as he spoke. His tone was almost joking as if he wasn’t quite taking this seriously.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

The sleek ship settling into the private docking bay nesting deep in the historic valley Morgoth smiled, it was good to be home. The warm air and smell of the red sands gave him a forgotten sense of peace. It was the greeting of his home, a place of darkness and ambition the resonated deep in his being. Three gaurds came forward and he greeted them with a stiff "Access code *****, I know my way around" as he stepped past them and made his way to the briefing room before giving a look at his coms, pleasently surprised to find the young mandalore already outside he sent back a message "Give them access code *** tell the commanding officer to escort you to the briefing room of commander".

 

[Oriaxes]

Once Oriaxes receives his message from Morgoth he smiles and speaks under his breath jokingly.

“Oh now look at me getting all important and druk. Commanders are requesting my presence for basic problems.”

Oriaxes quickly makes his way to the front door offering a salute to the soldier. “I am Oriaxes Solsun Access code *** I was told to speak to the commanding officer. He is to bring me to the briefing room under orders of Darth Morgoth to meet the commander.” He then quickly drops his salute and follows the guards where they may lead him in order to receive his armaments and briefing for the job.
For a moment he thought to himself ‘maybe this commander guy is as ugly as half the jhaba family. Wouldn’t surprise me anymore most of my employers tend to be a little grotesque.’ He quickly cancels his thoughts as he enters in order to protect himself from the thought reading abilities of the force for those strong enough to use it.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

The meeting room filled with lush reds and bantha leather seats, the walls adorn with crest from a time long past. As Morgoth sits he thinks back at the last person that disgraced his world and hoped that he would not have to kill this one. Hard thuds of footsteps moved down the private corridors. As the door opened he saw the mandalore standing between three guards and one officer. "At ease fall back to post" He says to the soldiers. Looking the Mandalore over he smiled saying "Was the suit originally that color?" With a hint of humor in his fiery voice.

 

[Oriaxes]

“Sure we will go with that if it makes you feel better.” He says in a half joking manner. He stands with his gun on his shoulder in a very relaxed manner though up until this point he seemed to show the upmost respect and military uniformity.

“I must say I like the room. it matches your skin tone.” His eyes look around the room scanning for any potential vantage points or threats within the room other than the clearly powerful sith he seemed to becoming increasingly more serious as he realized the room was empty as far as he could tell.

He then speaks in a much more appropriate tone for the matter as he looks firm at his employer. “So down to business. Let’s get the basic details down first. Who is he, what does he do, how strong is he and how much are you paying?”

 

[Darth Morgoth]

A deep breathe was all it took, the wave of energy was palpable as it was released on exhale. Even the Oriaxes would feel the rush of raw power as the Sith Lord took in the stream on the force releasing it with and savoring the feeling. As the wave subsided he could feel the life force running through the Mandalore. He was strong, of will and body. "His name is Okuro, a human, and a royal pain in my..." He cut himself off as he remembered his encounter with the piece of bantha poodoo. "Take off you helmet and sit down I don't like talking the faceless men, they make me... ancy" The words dripped off his tongue with more grace than his former comment. "Then we can discuss prices"

 

[Oriaxes]

The mandalorian man sat and removed his helm. He looks at the Sith Lord with messy hair and a calm expression on his face. His hazel eyes seemed to burn like fire from the desire within him, and his face was cold and deathly like an arctic wind. He looked the man up and down. He analyzed the Sith Lord closely. Even though he didn’t seem like much Oriaxes knew better than to judge a force user by their appearance.

“So first order of business. Is he a force user if so is he a powerful one.”

Oriaxes seemed to know his way around a meeting and wasn’t concerned with the playful banter anymore. This was now business, and serious business at that. The jokes and games will need to wait for a moment in order for him to get the details required to destroy the opponent.

“Also probably the most important question. Do we want him dead or alive.”

 

[Darth Morgoth]

"Preferably alive and hurting" A darkness spread over the crimson face of the Pureblood Sith. "My sources inform me that he is calling himself a Jedi Knight now, though I doubt that he was given that title" Walking over to a crest that would be unfamilliar to most he placed his hand on the wall moving the mechanism inside with a simple push through the force. The secret door opened to reveal a shelf full of weapons, and ammo. It was decked out with sample arrays of Vulcan industries small arms.