Shadow Image

[Tabris]

His time had come, for quite some time now he had been hidden away, kept safe while his betrayers rested in their bed of absolute control, thinking him forever gone, missing, however their arrogance has blinded them. Thinking that he was too cowardly or indisposed to face those who betrayed him to the darkness during such trying times.


It took some time, but after he left the data disk he had taken with them into the custody of the Benitez Familia he was allowed to wander from the safety of the base, while Ben had kept several secrets within his own mind that were not on the disk he had given them plenty of information to look over and keep busy. During his time he had corresponded with the Captain of one of a Corsair Osiris, Pedro Ravenov, over the months he had talked with him, shared ideals and eventually established a friendship with the man, eventually he had managed to acquire a shuttle to Omicron Theta due to his friendship with the Tall Captain.


Brushing a hand through his brown hair and shifted his gaze towards the bartender who was cleaning a mug at the counter, surprisingly Ben's glasses were absent for once as he looked at the man briefly before looking around him at the other patrons, a party of Corsairs were taking up the corner of the Bar, drinking and joking with one another, a pair of Bounty Hunters in a booth sipping liquor calmly, patiently waiting for their marks to leave the safety of the Freeport. Ben shook his head as he looked at the Data Pad in his hands, it had become his personal refuge during his 'House Arrest', a diary and personal communicator, it did not have the strongest transmitter, but for his needs, it would do the trick, he wore a simple refugee's cloak, a depressingly grey article that was designed to keep the wearer warm in cold weather, the hood of it over his head as he sat down, underneath a simple brown flight suit kept him from being 'exposed'.


Seemingly without a single care in the world he calmly wrote a single message, it's destination was one he wrote often to in the past and would bypass the usual firewalls due to the manner in which it was written. It was not a mere need of vengeance that spurred this action, but his own mind needing answers for an injustice upon him.


As the former Coalition hero sent out the message he stood up from the small table he was seated at and left the Bar, picking up the copy of his old TT-33 from the Bouncer at the door to the bar, he headed towards one of the Freeport's several Cargo Bays. As Ben entered the room he did a mental tactical evaluation, judging by the large supply containers scattered throughout the room he had decent cover, a door on the far side of the room led deeper into the Cargo Bay and his escape route. Looking around and noted surprisingly the bay was empty of workers for now he let out a small breath he was holding, he did not want to have to incapacitate or otherwise harm those simply doing their jobs...

Ben, after tucking the pistol into a holster he had sown into the inside of his cloak, ducked down behind a large container that was about twice his height, it was filled with Food Rations if the label could be trusted. Scoffing he shook his head in disbelief, it was far more likely Artifacts or some other contraband in disguise but he simply squatted down, sliding the pad down onto the floor and jamming it between the container and the wall it was rested against where it would be hidden until his business was done...

As he sat there, waiting patiently he couldn't help but wonder how this would turn out, Ben had an escape plan in place should this turn ugly, but he had acouple questions that required answers, it would be a shame to have to leave without said questions.

Code:

"Alvin. Freeport 9, Cargo Bay III. Just you.

Signed

Somebody You Once Called Friend."