Marcinius stepped out of his vessel, looking toward the sky as vehicle after vehicle flew through an invisible field all seemingly effortlessly following some determined path. It had been a little over a year and a half since he had been to Alabrek. In that time it had grown from a run down city to a new thriving one. He couldn’t sense it but he could almost feel the new found energy surging through the streets. He cocked his head to the right ever so slightly, that feeling…he thought to himself…it was faint almost out of reach. He pondered a moment trying to think if his connection to the force was some how returning to him. _It can’t be…no…it’s gone now…_as quick as it had come to him it left him.
He turned back to the vessel, and reached inside and grabbed his rifle. For the past year it has never left his side and he wasn’t ready for today to be the first day. He ran hand across the railed surface of the barrel until it reached the sling. He moved it slowly to the right side of his body while checking to make sure that everything was in place. As he stretched the sling across his left shoulder, he lowered the rifle to the right side of his body. Fully extended, his hand would rest right on the rifles grip, allowing him quick access in the event the need arises.
As he turned to face the entrance to his assigned port and service droid approached him. A 3PO-series, black in color and carrying the marks of Clan Naga Sadow.
“Greetings Captain,” the droid began. “I’m E2-9H, and I have been tasked to assist you while you are here. How may I have be of service?” Marcinius stared at the droid a moment. The human like face stared back at him, waiting for his response. In the distance the turbines can be heard spooling to lift off while other were cooling down from landing. Ships could be seen for as far as the eye could see taking off and landing. Controlled chaos.
“I’m here to retrieve my property that I have purchased. A GX1 Short Hauler model,” Marcinius stated as he began to walk toward the entrance. E2-9H turned to follow him. “It should be named ‘Phoenix’.”
“Ah, yes Captain. I know the exact ship you are referring to. Follow me and I will take you to your new ship, and must I say Captain, a fine ship it is.” E2-9H took the lead, picking up his pace.
As Marcinius approached his newly purchased ship and stood in amazement. Even though he spent time in combat in larger ships, flown with the powerful fleet of Sadow, he was still amazed. The ship before him, was his. He owned it. It wasn’t much to look at but he didn’t care. He never owned something that could travel the stars. A since of pride came over him because if it was for Sadow, none of this would have been possible. The ship was pitch black, almost every square inch had been painted black as to conceal it from the visible spectrum in the darkness of space and to assist in night landings.
“Captain, would you like for me to being loading your equipment onto the Phoenix?” E2-9H asked, coming to the side of Marcinius. “Sir,” the droid questioned again. This time it broke Marcinius from his day dream, pulling him back to the world in which he stood.
“Yes, of course. Alert me when it is complete.” Marcinius stated as he moved to board the Phoenix. I have a call to make.
“Captain, it has been awhile,” the voice of Battlemaster Takagari KogaRyu emanated from a small image of himself. The hologram flickered as the emitter was of poor quality.
“That it has, Battlemaster, that it has. I’m requesting to return from leave.” Marcinius stated, a worker droid moved behind him setting down crates in the floor. He looked them for a moment, curious as to what was inside.
“Are you sure, Captain?” He replied, slight contempt in his voice.
“It is time.” Marcinius stated as he leaned back into his seat. “I have been gone long enough and it’s time that I return to the Brotherhood. To my brother…my family.”
“Ah yes. Get yourself situated for the time being. I’m currently…disposed of at the moment,” Takagari stated as he looked toward something off in the distance. A figure walked behind him, a black silhouette that had just a hint of purple. Marcinius had seen that shadow before…that shade of purple before…“I will contact you in the coming days with your orders.”
Marcinius nodded as the image extinguished it’s self. He thought for a moment trying to think to the last time he had seen anyone from the Brotherhood. The leadership has changed and nothing was quite the same and it would take some getting use to.