Location: Sekalus.
Company:
Inquisition Industries.
Faction:
The Outcasts of Arkaos.
Posts: 1/10.
[member="Sanya Val Swift"], he had first met her within the old Covenant, a sanctuary for those affiliated to the dark side among others such as rogues with little other to fall back on for safety. Despite walking away from the Order of the Black Rose, he had fallen out of reach for some time before contacting her out of the blue in search of a need for steady finance; such was how he had become an employee of the Inquisition Industries, working mostly out of the Arms Tech Division for the sake of his own selfish gain but so too helping where else he was needed in order to continue to fund the growth and livelihood of the Outcasts of Arkaos, those alike him who had chosen to fall under the alias for an ideal that sought for more than simply living, but to rise above the degradation of the corrupt galactic society and become their own pillars of strength and prosperity; naturally influenced heavy through his affiliation and likeness for the Dark Side of the Force.
The Baccara sat in open space, dormant; attached to the docking corridor and locked in place by the massive restraining clamps while he looking out of the view-port aft of the freighter with a hint of pride in his eyes. She was the first of the make to me brought into flight through the Inquisition Industries, a favor for his well mannered employment perhaps. Vacant of his cloak, he stood in his typical long sleeved and light blue shirt, leather straps across his shoulders and chest holding his lightsaber above his heart and his blaster beneath his right arm, he was visibly armed and yet no body bothered him as he had already threatened one of the security officers rather convincingly. Needless to say, they'd almost browned their trousers. His leggings of course were naturally clean, slightly loose around the thighs and calves, they were a comfortable pair who were only made prominent by the black alloy capped boots meant for duress under strain.
While his presence wasn't massively noticed but the higher-ups, Zarack was curious to know why he had been called. Perhaps they really were in need of a good tech-geek, for all his criminal history, he was rather gifted at working on things such as electronics an technologies relatable most to Star-ship computing and smaller unnecessary works such as Data-pads. Who knows...-There was the small case that he'd been poaching a few of his own products for the sake of the Outcasts who followed him but he'd been rather silent and subtle there; After all, if you're going to get into piracy, you'd best do it right...-The Force certainly aided him there and it wasn't like the Company couldn't afford to lose a product here or there...-If suspicions ever arose, he'd just top up the tab a little and be on his way.
