Serenno's Open Orbit

Thank you and and may the force serve you well admiral

Lauchlan had a hit of sarcasim in his voice as he spoke he turned his coms off and went through the blockade towards the planet surface

=Droid=
"The passenger is to report to the temple and meet the administrator for her training."

*The passenger does not speak but remains calm and collected while the entry process is discussed.*

Rogue Star Destroy designate "Ashen Tide," High Orbit, synchronizing to Carannia's coordinates

Of all the hives in the galaxy, it had to be one with even more aristocracy than Muunilnst. His deep gaze drilling into the planet, Alkor ran a hand thoughtfully over his smooth shaven face. It had been several years since the losses of those he called brothers, and despite his delusions and the hatred he bore for the deceptions that encircled him, the once named Jen'jidai found a respect for the permanence of their fate. The call that had gone out had been from a man who's name he had heard only in passing, though it beckoned at his memories of brotherhood and stoked a need for address.

The others of his crew notably showed signs of discomfort with his choice to act so openly outside of the Republic's scope. They had found trouble enough for illegal activity, and separatism was a whole new level of crime they were not certain of their readiness to commit to. Alkor waved off their fears casually. "This is personal business," he'd stated, "no one need accompany me to the surface."

And no one would. The shuttle he boarded bore no markings, nor registered under any known codes. Alkor sneered a bit at the image of the planet as it drew ever closer, as he moved further away from the security of his ship. In space, Alkor could play at pretending he was something else. In the midst of other forcefuls, he could not hope to mask his sickness. It would be an entirely new game, though one he knew well enough. Unlike space, on this planet, everyone would hear screams. The Demon was not like to stay hidden forever.

He had come to terms with the grim likelihood of his cover being blown, though he certainly never considered it would be for the sake of finishing what the Jen'jidai themselves had started. With his stunning last words, William Reign had denounced the Code and decried the lifestyle all of them had hopelessly clung to. The lies on which the crumbling foundation of brotherhood had been built trembled beneath the conviction of the greatest, yet most unfortunate man the galaxy would ever give rise to, or subsequently watch fall.

It was for the memory of that sacrifice- a kindness Alkor believed none of them deserved- that the Corellian broke his silence.

A shivering hand- anticipation? He felt the familiar cold of beskar as his fingers caressed the hilt of his Reaver's tool. He drew the hood of his cloak and shadows swallowed him whole. There had been nothing to glimpse beyond darkness or light. There was no middle ground, nowhere to land as he fell. Instead, Alkor had learned to embrace all the things he once feared. Yes, fear; it had torn him apart at the seam, then fashioned him once more in its own image. What did it mean to be Jen'jidai?

Nothing. Jedi, Sith, Jen'jidai- all terms for people who suffer the plague of Force. Difference doctrines and dogma, prescribed to dull the pain that it levied on them. Different methods to legitimize the bastardy of their ways. He found himself not above or below, but in the same sad state as all the rest. The difference between them? Alkor had wakened to the truth.

If what he saw here dishonored the memories of the Fallen at all, Alkor would deliver their vengeance.

::Ashen Tide, requesting docking permissions for shuttle Lambda 33237. Garrisoned by a single man.:

The Lambda class shuttle continued it's descent unfettered toward Carannia far below, Alkor pressing gently at the controls at infrequent intervals to maintain course. All the while, his eyes remained tightly shut. Whether an act of guidance by the Force or sheer Corellian skill, no one would ever glean. In truth, Alkor focused his mind on the coming task.

On Serenno below, not some acolyte or trained killer waited. Another man who once earned the title Jan's I'd si had made his lair among the richest of rabbles, and though Alkor held no love for his lavish choices, he would be forced to wade in the cesspool if he wanted to find the truth.

Jen'jidai. The very thought of a surviving brother triggered an unease within Alkor that settled beneath his composure and was quelled. The was a storm within him, begging, pleading to be set free- but in Alkor, there was no mercy for that desire. There were only focus and drive.

Breaching atmosphere at safe speed, Alkor glanced up to see the feigned majesty of a city made manifest by the wealth of men, and he felt bile rise in his throat. Whereas those who came before him had loved the grandiose, Alkor found himself to detest such things. The simplicity of an act- the rawness of a feeling- the freedom in simply living; these were the things he sought.

And that was more meaningful than any Code.

*The Defender-Class Light Corvette Amethyst popped out of hyperspace with all the fanfare of a common merchant's vessel, despite what was carried within its hull. Or rather, who it carried. The three Corellian CR-92 corvettes that followed it out of hyperspace were what separated it from the pack of merchant ships and diplomatic vessels that made the journey to Serenno every day. The heavily armed vessels took up formation around the Amethyst and began broadcasting public transponder signals- they were the Furious, Thunderous, and Calamitous, vessels belonging to a licensed mercenary fleet based out of the Corporate Sector.*

::Serenno security,:: the pilot of the Amethyst commed. ::This is the Countess Aldes Malvern of Serenno, heir to the Malvern estate. I am returning home after an extended absence with armed escort from a third party. I am requesting permission to land planetside.::

*The com shut off abruptly as lady Malvern's armswoman, Twi'lek Captain Yulia Hering, approached with her house's Chiss majordomo, Valerius, a bundle in the young man's arms. A very fussy bundle.*

"Madam," Valerious said with a stone face, fussy baby both arms and a datapad tucked beneath his armpit. "The young Count requires attention. As does the estate's ledgers. I will need you to review my proposals for investment and Captain Hering's security expansion-"

"I'll sign off on the investments, Valerious. I trust you in that regard." The Countess took the struggling babe from her majordomo, allowing him to grab his precious datapad and offer it to Lady Malvern. She, in turn, refused it to play with her infant son. "Security I'll review with the Captain after we land. See to it the Golden Sails are paid in full and leave the system after we are given permission to land."

Valerious nodded, stone-faced as always, his red Chiss eyes reflecting no hint of emotion in them. "It will be done, my Lady."

Captain Hering watched the Chiss move silently out of the bridge, heading to his temporary office to push more pens. Hering's Lekku twitched slightly, but she said nothing.

"You don't like him?" *Aldes asked, holding her son up to look out the viewport.*

"He has no personality other than constant crying, constantly requires attention, and wets himself at the loudest noise. But enough about the Chiss. Your son is adorable."

*Aldes suppressed a giggle.* "I find it surprising that you accepted his contract to the House. Bodyguard work is tedious."

"You're talking to a professional, Madam. The Chiss can hang- I was hired to defend the babe. Which would be much easier were we not landing in the middle of a Rancor's den."

"Believe me, were I comfortable leaving Sekenn off world, I would happily do so. But those Rancors will always be a danger to us. I'd rather they confronted us on our terms, at the estate. And besides, this world has been in the hands of the Dark Side for far too long. It's time we shone a little light in this corner of the Galaxy..."