Ren never envisioned that after his training he'd be spending his time sorting through endless piles of sales documents and military contracts, so much so that piloting the Greyhawk over the green forests of Yavin 4 was now a distant image.
Somedays he would just sit back and wonder how he came in to his lofty position at Sienar.
After leaving Yavin for a while, his additions to the Greyhawk caught the eye of a group of off work designers, on one of his many trips into the core. In fact they were so impressed that Ren was later offered a job on the design team, permenantly.
After a solid three months scribbling away at the drawing boards, his work was sent to the board of Directors for review. His designs and craftsmanship worked its magic on the board, and he was quickly promoted to the position of Junior executive.
Ren believed most of this wouldn't have been possible if it we'rent for the intervention of the head of the board, Jonas Kirian, a frail old man who's health was in rapid decline.
Jonas took Ren under his arm so to speak, secretely nurturing him to succeed the old man when his time came. The pair bonded over a period of two months until the man's inevitable death.
Over the following 30 days or so, Sienar was in a hustle and bustle over Mr Kirian's will,over which the board of Directors circled like bloodthirsty vultures, waiting to swoop in and pick the Jonas' rotting caracas for all it was worth. However they were suprised find that not they but the rookie had been left in total control of the Company. Ren, equally flabergasted, with all his jedi senses and training, could have never forsaw such an outcome.
And so it comes to now, how could Ren cope, his mentor gone, the board of directors dissolved, he was now alone, the force could not help him in this.
Was he destined to build up close friendships and bonds, only to have them stolen from him at a moments notice?
This would not do,this is all the fault of the Force.
<font color=lime>"Why Dammit!!!???" <font color=white>he asked, <font color=lime> "Why do I have to be cursed like this? My family, my people and this, why me!!!!!!!????"
<font color=white>The emotions surged through Ren, the hate and the anger swelled in his being. Lunging out of his chair, he swiped his hand furiously across his desk sending papers flying everywhere. He turned and picked up his chair, and with one great push, sent it flying throw the window , shattering the glass all over the floor.
Ren turned again back to his desk. He outstretched his hand and the table began to shake violently before raising in front of his face. The durasteel begin to buckle and cry out in pain as Ren contorted it into the vilest of shapes before launching it across the room.
He then fell to the ground, in concert with the table, the noise alerting his secretary.
<font color=pink>"Mister Janggar sir, are you alright?? Mister Janggar?" <font color=white> Her query turned to horror as she open the door and was confronted by Rens slumped body on the floor. She ran to help.
<font color=pink>"Oh no, Mister Janggar!!!! Someone get help!!! Get a doctor in here, get the police!!! Somebody please help!!!!!"
<font color=white>Outside 150 floors below on the streets of M'haeli a black hodded figure stared up to the top of Sienar Towers, only three words came from his lips, <font color=red>"All too easy."
