The Cousin
Eriadu had been punished for their betrayal of the First Order. A message had been sent. Jaron had not been part of it, but it was something which had gotten his attention. The wandering force user had not found a place to belong since he abandoned the light. Most of his days had been spent on Arbra, but Jaron was constantly looking for a place he, and the redhead from Denon, could belong to. The Knights of Ren were an interesting group, but Jaron didn't care. They seemed to have purpose, and that was something Jaron lacked.
He was to meet one of the Knights [member="Belis Ren"], and one of the pilots [member="Daska Tess"], in the shuttle bay. They would be taking a scouting mission to look for a new world. The idea was to find a place where a presence could be held, while in the meantime the faction would use a mobile headquarters of sorts. Jaron didn't care about the particulars, but he did care to help. He'd always been one to work behind the scenes.
Jaron was dressed in a black tie pilot uniform. He wasn't one for robes, and had ever been. It was a Lesan thing. He just hoped no one gave him flack over it. His attitude wasn't one that would handle that well. He snarked back when he needed to. Around his waist was his twin red bladed sabers. He'd used parts from several lightsabers to craft the ones he used now. If Dosuun worked well, then The First Order could continue to build and grow. They would keep order in the galaxy, they could keep a mess like Corellia from happening again.
He was to meet one of the Knights [member="Belis Ren"], and one of the pilots [member="Daska Tess"], in the shuttle bay. They would be taking a scouting mission to look for a new world. The idea was to find a place where a presence could be held, while in the meantime the faction would use a mobile headquarters of sorts. Jaron didn't care about the particulars, but he did care to help. He'd always been one to work behind the scenes.
Jaron was dressed in a black tie pilot uniform. He wasn't one for robes, and had ever been. It was a Lesan thing. He just hoped no one gave him flack over it. His attitude wasn't one that would handle that well. He snarked back when he needed to. Around his waist was his twin red bladed sabers. He'd used parts from several lightsabers to craft the ones he used now. If Dosuun worked well, then The First Order could continue to build and grow. They would keep order in the galaxy, they could keep a mess like Corellia from happening again.