This is a “for fun” RO involving the following members:
Raider II-class Corvette
Atra Ventus allowed himself a sigh as two fingers pressed against his temple. There was little light to be found within the quarters the man had chosen to occupy, a sure sign that he had claimed it. That was the thing about Umbarans. They had sensitive eyes and found the darkness to be preferable over the alternatives. Plus, it had the not-so-displeasing side effect of making it seem like he wasn’t there.
Solitude, after all, was a precious commodity.
Still, Telaris’ Praetor knew there was no quiet to be found. As he stared at the dimly lit datapad, Atra was forced to greet the reality of the excursion he found himself on. The newly confirmed data was all the warning he needed. His golden pupils seemed to shine, set within black sclera that added to the light’s refraction, as he stared at the flickering, ghostly image of Muz Keibatsu, former Grand Master of the Dark Brotherhood, Son of Sadow, Lion of Tarthos, and quickly ascending to pain in Atra’s—
Again, Ventus sighed. How long had it been since the Umbaran had dealings with the Keibatsu? Any really? Even in that time, acting as a Proconsul for the clan of Naga Sadow, Atra never had actual dealings. Just reports and paperwork. So much paperwork. Near endless, really. Yet, that had been the reality of it. The thrills of the job and the bureaucracy those raised to the level of ‘summit’ quickly came to know.
But those weren’t the thoughts consuming Atra’s mind. You don’t bring in these kinds of reinforcements without a damned good reason, he thought. The former Grand Master was no doubt en route in The Fallen Spear and would meet with the Obscurus sooner rather than later. That was the most alarming of those heeding the call. Then there was, of course, himself. Thankfully, Atra had merely seized upon the opportunity to get out of the Brotherhood’s main systems of his own accord. No errands for Morgan.
That brought a smirk to the man’s lips. He enjoyed the back and forth ‘sass-offs’ he often had with the Deputy Grand Master.
Now, that left the others that had either volunteered or been ‘voluntold’ by their superiors. Atra idly scrolled through the list while his eyes flit across them with an impressive alacrity. No names that truly stood out. Though he found Tir’eivra to be oddly familiar. Ventus tapped his chin—more out of habit than any actual need to do so—as he tried to connect the dots. Then his eyes narrowed. Kordath, he thought with the word tinged as if to sneer. He so often tuned out what the birdrat had to offer in the way of verbal diarrhea that it was a rare thing for any of it to be committed to memory, but that name did ring true. “Alaisy, huh?” he murmured before disabling the screen with a tap.
Well, he couldn’t hide away forever. It was a big ship and Atra liked to know the long and short of things before getting into trouble.
An exploration mission into the Unknown Regions, eh? Not with those names involved. There was something else going on.