Oram Thorne
Darth Nox // Dark Noble
The 'Aralt na Dorchadais' was streaming through hyperspace towards an otherwise unknown destination. So much or little time had passed since last, but he didn't care as he had felt it not. Sitting in his chamber, his eyes closed he allowed his mind to wander as he sat in solemn contemplation on the purpose of this journey and the ones before. Who he was when he had first started out, what and who he was now and the steps he still had to take to make ends meet. A thin smirk graced his features as images flowed by of his latest endeavour, one more test on a long road of challenges that had ultimately lead him here.
Images of a battlefield toned out in front of his eyes, images of one conflict among many he had either fought in or personally been involved in. In his younger days he was all for the fight and the trill of the moment, but these last many years he had found more often than not that pushing around the pieces and make them do the bidding, knowing or unknowing had their moment as well. But did that mean that he was about or willing to simply sit back and watch it all unfold in front of him to end of time??. Not.
He slowly came about as his present journey was coming to a close. It had indeed become time to return from the shadows and take in the galaxy yet again, and in a new light. He opened his eyes and rose to full height just as the ship started to decelerate from hyperspace to real-space. But the time he made it to the bridge of the ship the reversion had long since been completed and the ship had turned on its axis and had started to head towards it intended destination, a trade port on the outskirts of the galaxy. Just as good as any place to stock up and hear the news on the wire before travelling onward. As well as the fact that few people asked too many questions in these parts as well.
And a ship like the 'Aralt na Dorchadais' was bound to ask too many questions in certain places of the galaxy, with her scarred and marred with carbon scoring, electricity arching here and there across her surface. If someone wouldn't better it would seem as if it had barely made it out of a hairy situation by the skin of its teeth, but that was far from the full truth. The real truth was the fact was that he personally favoured that particular look, and not just because it baited the average fool that was hoping to try his luck.
As the ship docked he smiled slightly as he felt the all too familiar presence of his sister. And he smiled slightly at the thought of what the family might think if they knew they were both still alive and very much kicking apart from just siphoning a few credits here and there from hidden accounts. He waited as the docking port adjusted the atmospheres and opened the airlock at the end of the sequence and walked off......
Images of a battlefield toned out in front of his eyes, images of one conflict among many he had either fought in or personally been involved in. In his younger days he was all for the fight and the trill of the moment, but these last many years he had found more often than not that pushing around the pieces and make them do the bidding, knowing or unknowing had their moment as well. But did that mean that he was about or willing to simply sit back and watch it all unfold in front of him to end of time??. Not.
He slowly came about as his present journey was coming to a close. It had indeed become time to return from the shadows and take in the galaxy yet again, and in a new light. He opened his eyes and rose to full height just as the ship started to decelerate from hyperspace to real-space. But the time he made it to the bridge of the ship the reversion had long since been completed and the ship had turned on its axis and had started to head towards it intended destination, a trade port on the outskirts of the galaxy. Just as good as any place to stock up and hear the news on the wire before travelling onward. As well as the fact that few people asked too many questions in these parts as well.
And a ship like the 'Aralt na Dorchadais' was bound to ask too many questions in certain places of the galaxy, with her scarred and marred with carbon scoring, electricity arching here and there across her surface. If someone wouldn't better it would seem as if it had barely made it out of a hairy situation by the skin of its teeth, but that was far from the full truth. The real truth was the fact was that he personally favoured that particular look, and not just because it baited the average fool that was hoping to try his luck.
As the ship docked he smiled slightly as he felt the all too familiar presence of his sister. And he smiled slightly at the thought of what the family might think if they knew they were both still alive and very much kicking apart from just siphoning a few credits here and there from hidden accounts. He waited as the docking port adjusted the atmospheres and opened the airlock at the end of the sequence and walked off......