Amethyst Sovereign
Son of The Void
"Welcome to The Scarlet Dream"
You know why habit rhymes with rabbit? Because your whole life disappears down a rabbit hole. When you grow long sensitive ears to better hear the sounds of sirens coming for you, it becomes an instinct to escape down that hole before your predators find you. And here, at this point in time it seemed the young man was the rabbit and his inner growing ambition and recklessness is his predator. He wanted no secrets, no lies, no betrayals so he could at least live with himself without waking up in broken dreams and despair.
But what happens when the darkness in your life comes crawling back, lurking in the deepest, darkest shadows just waiting for the right moment to strike again -- well that big fat cloud of darkness in his life are all the mistakes he made in his past. It's almost always impossible to get rid of it, one reason why is because that dark energy clings to the vulnerable and the innocent and unfortunately Amethyst was feeling very vulnerable.
He had been exposed to much in the time he had grown...the lessons he learned and the wisdom he reaped exposed his young fragile mind to cruel reality of this galaxy...although even his own logic prevented him from fully exploring its depths he could not help but wallow in his own self destruction. This was simply the world he was born into and there was nothing he could really do to change it...not anymore.
He could not change the past, but he could try for a better future. But even in knowing this the black cloaked man found himself unable to shake a certain memory. The memory of that fateful day where all he knew was ripped from his arms. The images of his mother perishing that night were all to vivid to the point where the mere thought of her left his mind raw and bloody with the recollection of that nights events.
He had to know why...he couldn't shake it off and forget. He couldn't turn the other cheek...he couldn't let it go. He needed closure and this was the closest he ever was to attaining some real answered. He had spent years investigating the attack on The Reef, countless dead ends had finally gotten him here. To the Space Station The Crimson Dream. A relatively popular location which housed only the richest and most famous individuals in the Outer Rim. The Station was something of a under the radar hotel, meant as a rest stop for Crime Lords and other unsavory business types. It could also be seen as something of a vacation spot. Casinos, Clubs, and all kinds of other activities were held on the station which was built into the remnant of an asteroid. Amethyst was led here by a number of old ship records that had this station as their most recent visit after the attack on The Reef years ago; luckily not everyone wiped their previous destinations from their ships drives and this gave him lead he needed.
For some reason most of the wrecked ships that had laid waste to his home had come from this specific location. This could only mean that someone here was in on the attack; and given how many mercenaries and criminal organizations were affiliated with the place he was confident he could scrounge up some information on their clientele from their archives since they are known to be meticulous about who enters and leaves Crimson.
Problem was, the place was severely picky about who they allowed through the front door and more often than not the only ones who ever got in were those with a lot of pocket change or a VIP invitation from the owners of the Station. Exceptions were made all the time of course, but to someone like Amethyst he'd have a better chance getting into a Jedi Temple Vault than being allowed through the front door of Crimson.
But luckily such an obstacle had never held him back before. And now he was here. Floating weightlessly in the emptiness of the void; the cold nothingness helping to soothe his aching mind as Amethyst neared the gigantic hull along the side of the vibrant red space station. Adjusting himself while floating the boy directed his legs downward and let himself clash directly with the hull, his boots smashing into the steel of the station and releasing a rippling rave of electrical energy as he stuck himself to its surface.
He remained still, letting the magnetic pull of his suit fully stick to the station before standing his full height and pulling one foot off of the hull and moving it forward, taking one leg after the other and traversing the metal surface with a scanner in hand. Reading the screen as he inched ever so closer to the specific duct that he needed to get into. When the Scanner began to go off rapidly Ameth grinned from under his hooded mask, leaning down and taking a knee as he examined the hull only to find a port.
Fiddling with his scanner he plucked a cord from the device and plugged it into the open port on the station and began to meddle with the security protocols for one of the ducts. The Crimson's security was normally very tight but luckily he had managed to get this special device from someone who once used it to rob the place completely undetected. But since the old geezer had long since retired from such a life Ameth was lucky enough to attain the device which still had The Crimsons security codes programmed into it. The codes changed regularly, but the device downloaded its algorithm which allowed it to attain every future code directly from their own system. Complicated little gadget, but still easy to use; or at least for him it was. Amethyst was not exactly a renowned thief but the man knew how to stalk around without being detected by sensors or other forms of security. Still, had he not had this convenient little scanner he might of never gotten this far.
After about ten minutes of fiddling with the port a exhaust duct popped open beside him, revealing a long narrow tunnel inside the station. He huffed, silently thanking the gods that it worked and unplugging the device and stuffing it into his pocket, pulling himself into the vent as it closed behind him and making his way inside. Infiltrating The Crimson and making his way to The Archives somewhere within the bowels of the asteroid.
So far, so good.
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