Two Hours Later...
Rain beat against him, it as a dreary day in Ahto city. Questions were burning in his mind as he held his head low and kept his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Blending in was easy for the former orphan, he had long learned how to blend in with the crowd. [member="Jorus Merrill"] had given him great directions to the offices of a woman named [member="Selka Ventus"], and he followed the directions he had put in on the GPS unit on his wrist. Water dribbled down the leather jacket, and more splashed onto his trousers when he hit the occasional puddle. Most had their umbrellas, well the few brave souls who weren't taking public transit or trying to get inside. Millions of people in this city, and I've finally got the streets mostly to myself. What should have been a smile crossing his face, merely formed the ghost of it. Thoughts were raging inside his mind, only more ferociously than the one above him. Every drop of rain was a question buzzing across his consciousness, and every roar of thunder was a bit of anger boiling to the surface. Howling winds tried to shift his focus off the ring in his hand, off the three names that were emblazoned on the inside of it. Tobias fought back, because that was what he always did.
Who am I?
It burned in the back of his brain, it was the itch he couldn't scratch. Looking back on his first few days at the Orphanage, he couldn't only remember having that ring. At night he would stare at it, and wonder if those names would come rescue him. Years passed, and he grew to wonder if they had hated him and left him there to rot. When the One Sith had come knocking, he often had questioned why had he even been left with this. Who in their right mind would leave a kid with this, when life is leading him further and further from the people who gave him this? Memories of his past clouded his mind, yet the storm was only brewing within him as well as in Ahto City. His walk took him closer and closer to the offices of the woman he was to see, and he could only remember what the government searches had finally shown him. Lingering eyes fell on him as he blazed his own trail towards the front doors of iBorg, and he entered the reception area. Though decorated in a spartan manner, he could tell many credits had been spent, yet his mind went down a different path.
Years of searching every database he could find had only brought up a restricted access page, and now he had some answers. He knew Rolf Sergeo was a powerful Jedi Master who went missing in action nearly 35 years ago. Je'gan Olra'en had been the greatest illusionist the galaxy had ever seen, whatever that was. Files had also shown an extensive military background, and a few video interviews had shown him to be quite the polished man who was also a Jedi Grandmaster. Darron Wraith had been the one that had piqued his interest the most, he spoke of honor and duty in every video he had seen. Every file talked about the man's prowess in the battlefield, and how his enemies had respected him. What linked the three besides their Jedi roots was a simple fact, they had all been friends at one point. Yes they were all dead, but two had died nearly thirty years after the fact and Wraith was much too young to have lived that long. Records of a freezing accident popped up, but his time had been limited with the search engine Mr. Merrill had let him borrow.
There also wasn't a single mention of a Tobias Cross, or a record of a birth of anyone named that the year he was born.
So who am I really?
That question burned at the forefront as he walked in, the files clutched under his jacket. Ms. Ventus was seated at her desk, and he stood there for a moment as he was introduced.
"Good afternoon Ms. Ventus, I was told to come see you by Mr. Merrill. My name is Tobias Cross."