Darth Morgoth
Lord Of War
[member="Cryax Bane"]
Melkor smiled as he pulled the Vulcan back into the Red Ravens's capital Antecedant . He didnt know how long he had been lost in the area beyond the Outer Rim, he had set out on an exploration expidition and ended up lost in the far reaches of dead space, he had fought monsters, survived in godforsaken lands, and navigated astroid fields the size of large systems.
He was glad to be home.
He hoped that not to much had changed since he had left, but he figured it would have. As he pulled in he sent a message to his old friend Cryax, a slicer who had helped him on many occasions. The message read "Meet me at The Palace- Signed An Old Friend". He figured Cryax would give him the run down on what had gone down in the criminal empire in his absence, and hopefully The Nexus would be just as he left it.
His red sith skin rippled as he rose from his pilots chair and departed the ship, his normal armor on, (boy had it saved him some pain on this trip) and his weapons on his waist. He had learned never to be disarmed. His face was older and more ragged as he had face many trials.
As he entered The Palace he left a note for Cryax instructing him to meet him back at there normal spot in the VIP lounge in the back corner. Taking his seat he sighed as he ordered some Spice and waited for his companion in arms.
Melkor smiled as he pulled the Vulcan back into the Red Ravens's capital Antecedant . He didnt know how long he had been lost in the area beyond the Outer Rim, he had set out on an exploration expidition and ended up lost in the far reaches of dead space, he had fought monsters, survived in godforsaken lands, and navigated astroid fields the size of large systems.
He was glad to be home.
He hoped that not to much had changed since he had left, but he figured it would have. As he pulled in he sent a message to his old friend Cryax, a slicer who had helped him on many occasions. The message read "Meet me at The Palace- Signed An Old Friend". He figured Cryax would give him the run down on what had gone down in the criminal empire in his absence, and hopefully The Nexus would be just as he left it.
His red sith skin rippled as he rose from his pilots chair and departed the ship, his normal armor on, (boy had it saved him some pain on this trip) and his weapons on his waist. He had learned never to be disarmed. His face was older and more ragged as he had face many trials.
As he entered The Palace he left a note for Cryax instructing him to meet him back at there normal spot in the VIP lounge in the back corner. Taking his seat he sighed as he ordered some Spice and waited for his companion in arms.