Called by a distant colony to rid them of dangerous energy pockets, Fain made a supply stop at Orange Zion, the refuge to pirates, and entered the local bar and lounge to relax. Finding a comfy, pillowed corner he sat down removing his purple-black Dekake cloak and leaned back closing his eyes. As he removed his cloak, revealing his soulless mask, those who were near him slunk away from him slowly, with fear laced eyes. Yet soon after that, he felt weight being put on the pillow nearest him. Opening his eyes, he saw an armor clad woman in black. As he sat up she handed him a drink of water. "I'm Vega. This one's on me" "Fain usuom ot." he replied. "Oh I see, so your name is Fain. By the looks of it you are a Rashki, the underworld demon riding on your shoulder does kinda give it away." He chuckled slightly, enjoying the joke and the fact that she wasn't afraid of him. "Your power is legendary and you seem to be a superb fighter, would you like to join my team of pirates? We could use someone like you." Intrigued and eager to be known for his skills in combat and not his race he decided to join. He nodded agreement and toasted their new alliance.
