Exiled Count of House Teraan (Alderaan)
Objective 2= quell these terrorist attacks and find the root of it...once it happens
Location= Unknown spaceport in Hapes
Allies= FWC, [member="Stardust Bloodstone"]
Enemy= Unknown
It was then after the faint pounding headache slowly came and went which along with the churning feeling in the pit of his stomach subside. Only after he hurled and lost quite a bit of what little sustenance along with a bit of booze he assume he'd consumed earlier. As in the back, his mind swirled the cease desire make sense of it all and backtrack from what bit he could recall happened that lead him here. But then again he didn't have long as the high pitch beep from the collar came ever more loud as did it shorter in the interval. That it sort push him to shift gears as he then knelt down to reach under the sink to what he believed be the box the voice was talk about. Which he then haphazardly and quickly grab then rip open to reveal what appears to be a pair of oily dock overalls, tools, and id. Which upon flip over reveal a name and with it the matching face of the man he saw in the mirror.
"Well guess...*sigh* guess might as well get this over with."
He then said under his breath as he then slips the coverall on and pins the id onto its lapel before sling over the tool belt over his shoulder. As he then tentatively stood up and began head out the door.
Sometime later...
For the young Andulf, the rest of the succeeding task ask of him had been all but seem uneventful albeit somewhat puzzling. To retrace his path after leaving the room. He had then made to hitch a ride onto one the nearby speeder then drop off by the dock wherein he check himself in. With seeming very little fanfare as to what its worth the identity or the person he'd been made to assume seem been so. Dull and boring that he barely got a second glance from any of the security that he passes by.
And before long he found himself within the hangars where thru mix of faint instruction and prodding by his mysterious captor. He was then made to take a gravel then stop and pick up a few different cargoes along the way. Thought curiosity began to set in as to why all the secrecy and what was it he was made to pick up had all but plagued his mind thru the rest of the day. That before he knew it with a slip of momentary concentration he rams then bump a few crates from another graveled. Which upon toppling one then spilled out a portion of its contents. Grains? And as he glances over just as he is being berated by the other dockworker that he came note a seemingly familiar face([member="Stardust Bloodstone"]). One which he could help wonder if by chance she could help him out this odd predicament he gone found himself in. Bu then before he could utter a word a faint voice whisper in his ear...
"Uh, don't get any funny idea ... we can still see you and the faster we can get done the sooner you can be on your way....so get a move on it. Times a wasting ...."
Location= Unknown spaceport in Hapes
Allies= FWC, [member="Stardust Bloodstone"]
Enemy= Unknown
It was then after the faint pounding headache slowly came and went which along with the churning feeling in the pit of his stomach subside. Only after he hurled and lost quite a bit of what little sustenance along with a bit of booze he assume he'd consumed earlier. As in the back, his mind swirled the cease desire make sense of it all and backtrack from what bit he could recall happened that lead him here. But then again he didn't have long as the high pitch beep from the collar came ever more loud as did it shorter in the interval. That it sort push him to shift gears as he then knelt down to reach under the sink to what he believed be the box the voice was talk about. Which he then haphazardly and quickly grab then rip open to reveal what appears to be a pair of oily dock overalls, tools, and id. Which upon flip over reveal a name and with it the matching face of the man he saw in the mirror.
"Well guess...*sigh* guess might as well get this over with."
He then said under his breath as he then slips the coverall on and pins the id onto its lapel before sling over the tool belt over his shoulder. As he then tentatively stood up and began head out the door.
Sometime later...
For the young Andulf, the rest of the succeeding task ask of him had been all but seem uneventful albeit somewhat puzzling. To retrace his path after leaving the room. He had then made to hitch a ride onto one the nearby speeder then drop off by the dock wherein he check himself in. With seeming very little fanfare as to what its worth the identity or the person he'd been made to assume seem been so. Dull and boring that he barely got a second glance from any of the security that he passes by.
And before long he found himself within the hangars where thru mix of faint instruction and prodding by his mysterious captor. He was then made to take a gravel then stop and pick up a few different cargoes along the way. Thought curiosity began to set in as to why all the secrecy and what was it he was made to pick up had all but plagued his mind thru the rest of the day. That before he knew it with a slip of momentary concentration he rams then bump a few crates from another graveled. Which upon toppling one then spilled out a portion of its contents. Grains? And as he glances over just as he is being berated by the other dockworker that he came note a seemingly familiar face([member="Stardust Bloodstone"]). One which he could help wonder if by chance she could help him out this odd predicament he gone found himself in. Bu then before he could utter a word a faint voice whisper in his ear...
"Uh, don't get any funny idea ... we can still see you and the faster we can get done the sooner you can be on your way....so get a move on it. Times a wasting ...."