Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders
Marek Starchaser/Peregrus didn’t know what the feth to do. All he knew? He needed to get the hell out of dodge. After the Geonosis battle the Foreman of the Techno Union took off. He had his personal ship aboard one of the Techno Union’s command vessels, took the Flow, took his armor and completely bugged out. The ship left in the hazy fog of the Golden Beach arriving in the space to provide much needed R&R and morale boost to those who were fighting. He knew that he could trust Token to do the right thing by Bright Star, girl was smart, bubble and charismatic.
As for the Union herself? Marek was… well he wasn’t sure what the felt was going on with him. But he didn’t want to spread false alarm to Alana or Sasha or Darell, or really any of his inner circle. He’d just sign off, he knew that Alana would track him that was half the reason he had hired her. She could keep her ears and eyes on him and not same a damned word.
But he made his way Coreward, a place he said he’d avoid like the plague. Take your pick on which. And now? He took a spin by the remains of his homeworld, once he was able to pry himself from Peregrus’s mental domination. He and that darker influence were fighting for control over the body. The fight wiped down Peregrus’s defense and Marek took over, setting the ship on a flight path down the Corellian Run. Halfway through, the other tried to fight back.
Marek wasn’t having any of bantha chit. He made his path over the remains and jumped once again to Coruscant.
This world, now that was a treat. What was he going to do here? He had no idea. But walking the world? He’d find out how it was supposed to be. Was Peregrus his future? Or was Marek Starchaser his future? He ran his hand through his hair as he walked the streets of Imperial Center.
These were the people who were rightfully in charge of the galaxy. Didn’t matter what those peace thumping Jedi thought. False power. Still, he checked himself into a bar near the Palace and ordered the bottle, not a glass, a bottle.
Now what?
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
As for the Union herself? Marek was… well he wasn’t sure what the felt was going on with him. But he didn’t want to spread false alarm to Alana or Sasha or Darell, or really any of his inner circle. He’d just sign off, he knew that Alana would track him that was half the reason he had hired her. She could keep her ears and eyes on him and not same a damned word.
But he made his way Coreward, a place he said he’d avoid like the plague. Take your pick on which. And now? He took a spin by the remains of his homeworld, once he was able to pry himself from Peregrus’s mental domination. He and that darker influence were fighting for control over the body. The fight wiped down Peregrus’s defense and Marek took over, setting the ship on a flight path down the Corellian Run. Halfway through, the other tried to fight back.
Marek wasn’t having any of bantha chit. He made his path over the remains and jumped once again to Coruscant.
This world, now that was a treat. What was he going to do here? He had no idea. But walking the world? He’d find out how it was supposed to be. Was Peregrus his future? Or was Marek Starchaser his future? He ran his hand through his hair as he walked the streets of Imperial Center.
These were the people who were rightfully in charge of the galaxy. Didn’t matter what those peace thumping Jedi thought. False power. Still, he checked himself into a bar near the Palace and ordered the bottle, not a glass, a bottle.
Now what?
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]