Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
It had been some time since he had seen the Fondor skyline at sunset. He had a lot of memories of this place. Many were good, fond memories like then-Prex Cira dangling Sarge out a window at the top of a skyscraper. Others were less-than-pleasant, such as the Clockwork invasion. One of Omni's leviathan-sized droids had chewed up the industrial district pretty badly in its rampage. And of course there had been the Red Queen... Ayden suppressed a shudder as he stepped out of the dropship and into the spaceport. He had opted to bring a nondescript M47 shuttle to the planet to avoid generating undue attention.
Of course, he could have disappeared from the public's view as he walked between the spaceport and his destination. It was an old trick that he had long since mastered, being the manner in which he had gotten the drop on Cira all those years ago. Gods, did he suddenly feel old. However, he had been out of the spotlight for quite some time. Akala's return had done a lot to damage his reputation. There were those, foolish though they were, who believed that Ayden had simply turned Corellia over to the Sith. Others had the audacity to claim that he had destroyed the planet himself. He wasn't going to restore his reputation and name from the shadows.
There were those who saw him and whispered fearfully, shying away from his footsteps. Others still looked on in awe. After all, he had been the Lord Protector of the Protectorate for longer than even Cira had. He had checked aggression from the fledgling Atrisian Empire, the towering Fringe Confederacy, and looming Confederacy of Independent Systems. His had been a bit of a bloody rule, but none could say that he did not ensure security for the people within the Protectorate's borders. Numerous incursions saw the elimination of pirate groups everywhere, and even the Bando Gora cult (though he had not personally been involved in that fight, merely signing off on expenditures and allocating military assets.)
Boarding a private speeder, he took to the skies heading to the Prex Tower. The more things changed, the more others stayed the same. OmegaPyre had been a corporate entity that had served as one of the chief sources of income for the Protectorate. Even if the Protectorate had been destabilized and collapsed in the wake of Akala's attacks, OmegaPyre endured. And now, a new regional power was rising. And word on the wind was that the Pyre was providing some muscle and training to this group. If the two were connected, then there was something here that could help him get his plans back on track, perhaps shave a few years off of them.
Ayden walked into the main foyer of the Prex Tower, duster trailing behind him and with eyes shielded by the wide-brimmed hat. The whispering in here was considerably louder and a crowd was beginning to form outside. Stepping up to the counter, Ayden smiled nonchalantly at the receptionist. "Please tell the Prex that I'd like to see her as soon as possible."
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Of course, he could have disappeared from the public's view as he walked between the spaceport and his destination. It was an old trick that he had long since mastered, being the manner in which he had gotten the drop on Cira all those years ago. Gods, did he suddenly feel old. However, he had been out of the spotlight for quite some time. Akala's return had done a lot to damage his reputation. There were those, foolish though they were, who believed that Ayden had simply turned Corellia over to the Sith. Others had the audacity to claim that he had destroyed the planet himself. He wasn't going to restore his reputation and name from the shadows.
There were those who saw him and whispered fearfully, shying away from his footsteps. Others still looked on in awe. After all, he had been the Lord Protector of the Protectorate for longer than even Cira had. He had checked aggression from the fledgling Atrisian Empire, the towering Fringe Confederacy, and looming Confederacy of Independent Systems. His had been a bit of a bloody rule, but none could say that he did not ensure security for the people within the Protectorate's borders. Numerous incursions saw the elimination of pirate groups everywhere, and even the Bando Gora cult (though he had not personally been involved in that fight, merely signing off on expenditures and allocating military assets.)
Boarding a private speeder, he took to the skies heading to the Prex Tower. The more things changed, the more others stayed the same. OmegaPyre had been a corporate entity that had served as one of the chief sources of income for the Protectorate. Even if the Protectorate had been destabilized and collapsed in the wake of Akala's attacks, OmegaPyre endured. And now, a new regional power was rising. And word on the wind was that the Pyre was providing some muscle and training to this group. If the two were connected, then there was something here that could help him get his plans back on track, perhaps shave a few years off of them.
Ayden walked into the main foyer of the Prex Tower, duster trailing behind him and with eyes shielded by the wide-brimmed hat. The whispering in here was considerably louder and a crowd was beginning to form outside. Stepping up to the counter, Ayden smiled nonchalantly at the receptionist. "Please tell the Prex that I'd like to see her as soon as possible."
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]