Defs Not Krag's Old Account
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Durok's Pallaeon-class Star Destroyer
Above the Planet Triton
20:30hrs local time
The void of space inched by the viewing port of the Malice. The billions of tiny lights that dotted the galaxy seemed to stretch forever on a never ending path that no mortal being could ever hope to see the end of. To any rational creature the stars would bring a peace to the heart that could quell even the sickest of fantasies, but Durok was anything but rational. Thousands of years of life had made him spiteful and violent, and when he looked out upon the stars all he saw was opportunity for power and bloodshed. If the beast had ever had any form of civilized behaviors, they were long gone.
"You have a right to this galaxy." a familiar voice called to Durok from the dark reaches of his psyche.
"A right...yes...this galaxy is mine to own." Durok muttered to the voice that had no body as their was no one else in Durok's company on the view deck
"You will take it, kill everyone who is unworthy." the voice slithered in his head like the tongue of a foul serpent
Durok flared his face in anger "Only the strong survive, but it takes to much time."
"You are time."
"Time..." Durok echoed the voice as his dark eyes scanned the unknown
"immortal." The voice answered back, its already dark tone had turned pure evil as it hissed the word to the Gen'Dai
Before Durok could answer, there was a light hum as the door behind him slid open to reveal one of the many mercenaries hired by the South Systems Syndicate to operate their naval warships "Sir, one of the scheduled appointments is on its way to the hangar."
Durok turned to face the mercenary "Send him to the conference room, if I am there before him there will be consequences." Durok growled. The mercenary nodded,
"Of course sir." he answered sharply before spinning on dark boots. The man wore the common uniform worn by Syndicate navy men, jet black military cargo pants, Imperial issued military boots and a dark Navy Blue uniform shirt that was tucked into his pants under a belt that held a holster containing a DC series rechargeable pistol. The Syndicate required some standardization of the uniforms worn by the mercs who were signed on to the "professional" military force of the South Systems Syndicate just for security and easy recognition reasons.
Durok sighed a long breath of air through the dark grey mandalorian helmet that dated back to the Mando/Republic war. It was not in its original state, just like the rest of Duroks armor that was just pieced together through the centuries to adapt to modern combat. Most of the armor he wore was centuries old and had just been modified with modern shielding and armor plates to keep it up to date. The armor allowed the Gen'Dai to take on the appearance of a humanoid being, but his natural body mass gave his humanoid form an unnatural bulkiness that gave most the impression that he was an EXTREMELY muscular human male underneath his armor. The sight of the ancient Sith Sword across his back, from his time of fighting during the Jedi Civil war, coupled with the extendable blades on both wrists, the flamethrower built into the bottom of his right wrist gauntlet and the R-20 Scatter blaster on his hip made him all the more menacing.
Without much hurry, the massive being turned to meet his visitor(s)
