Ξεχασμένος
Dathomir
"Somone tell these karking idiots to get out of my way... or I'll gut them myself." Standing upon the bridge of the Heaven's Bane, arms crossed, eyes blazing and mind turning. Too many things, far too many thought and opinions swirled through his mind, none too prominent but all on the edge of disappearing into the deep, dark confines of the same thing that brought such thoughts to life. The majority were negative, most revolving on the many emotions that had managed to manifest within him. So far, only one thing kept him relatively sane. She had done everything in her power to prevent such matters becoming reality, but so many things had built up, his troubles stacking up to the point where nothing else mattered. Only the burning hunger for chaos, and to make those who brought such change suffer as he had.
"Sir... we are entering the planet's atmosphere." A voice broke him from his thinking, the navigator looking back at him. Eyes flicking to the view port, he would unfold his arms, waving his hand in a sign of acknowledgement. "Prepare the landing sequences... and somebody make contact with [member="Dax Fyre"]." Upon hearing the navigator sound off, he turned around, his foot steps the only sound as he made his way down the corridors leading to his room.
Soon enough, the sound of the ground crew could be heard as they rushed passed the open door, giving some a good look at the man's quarters as he prepared to meet with his long time friend. Flaming eyes greeted his own as he stood before the mirror, sizing the creature staring back at him. Shirt came off in one swift movement, the mass of scars revealed underneath. The newest editions were accompanied with a simple necklace, a pair of dog tags that told his long time partner's brief story. Her death had wore him down, bringing forth emotions that he had buried the day he buried his family, but try as he may, the circumstances he was placed under broke down his walls, all his hatred and malice pouring forth.
He had seen enough death to last six lifetimes, most his fault, but as big as his back was, he could only fit so many names onto the tattoo that curled around his shoulders and ribs. A sharp knock on his door frame called his attention. "...Sir?" Turning, he would look at the woman, her uneasiness apparent. "We... we've landed seamlessly, and communications has made contact with your associate..."
No longer shirtless, he pulled his cloak from off the table, his lightsabers and vibro knife clicking together. "Good...I'll be putting you in charge," stopping in front of her, his gaze would bore into hers. "Can I trust you to handle everything?" Speaking softly, her eyes would widen as she nodded. "Y-yes sir, of course!" Moving past her with a smile, his voice would call back out.
"Splendid."
