Space…cold and empty…
Padawan Darkrose thought to himself as he sat quietly in the pilot seat. Gazing out the front window, he
began to think of distant memories. Not just any memories though, they were of his home, Felucia. Having been raised most of his life on the jungle planet, he
had not yet found comfort from the black void that surrounded him. The warm bright world he was so use to seeing, a cruel contrast to the silent death his
fighter now flew through. However, there was one thing Marcus did enjoy, the adventure. Every time he flew or went
somewhere it was a completely new experience, a new chapter in his life. This was going to be another one of those chapters…
*Beep!*….. *Beep!*….. *Beep!*…..*Beep!*…..
Slowly opening his eyes and rubbing them in a failed attempt to see better, Marcus checked his instruments to find what had woken him from his dreams of home.
"Finally…" He said out loud, adjusting himself and sitting up straight. The alarm was indicating that he had reached his destination; pirate space. Pushing a few buttons, the beeping finally stopped and Marcus prepared to make the transmission.
"This is Marcus Darkrose, emissary of the Rebel Alliance requesting a meeting with Jay Mertaal." The padawan smirked. "I have a present for him." Master Aiden had given him a code once used to contact the pirate. He hoped it still worked. Lord Val'vek had also given Marcus something; a present for the pirate leader.
