A return to the old ways

[Serpentis]

Set was turning restlessly in his extremely luxurious bed aboard the Luxury Liner ‘Belatrix’, he had spent countless millions of credits and months onboard, living of the wealth he has amassed over the many years he has been active.

He was dreaming, dreaming of the past, the many wars he fought, the time spent in jail and even the many years he was one of the most powerful men on Malta, his home.

He saw it all, much like one hears that people that came close to dying, seeing their lives pass in front of their eyes. But, Set was not dying, he was just dreaming. The Orange dream..

Coming from a rather wealthy family, Ramirez owned a rather large percentage of the Cardamine plantations on Malta, having no real concerns, they were comfortable, living in luxury and their ships carried the Orange dream to all parts of Sirius.

In his youth, Set showed signs of severe sociopathic tendencies, maiming and killing the household slaves when they angered him, his family knowing of his.. Issues, decided to relocate their son from their home. He was sent to work on one of the many smuggling vessels his family operated.
For twenty years or so, he worked his way through the dangerous trade of a smuggler, even owning his own vessel at one point. But it wasn’t until he joined an organisation known as the Blue Lotus Syndicate, the organisation that provided him with the means of becoming one of the most powerful men on Malta.
After months of working with the other Don, Rafaele Giacomo, he and Rafaele became the two Dons representing the Blue Lotus Syndicate in the Council of dons, in short, becoming one of the most powerful men of Outcast Society. There was no end in sight for the power he could amass in that position, and even when the Syndicate was reformed into the Venezi Syndicate and after Don Giacomo had disappeared, Set now owned, as the Don of the Syndicate, the majority of all Cardamine plantations on Malta. It was, to say the least, a good time to be Ramirez.

During the years he spent as a Don, Set has seen the Outcasts reform twice, first being the Council of Dons, then, the Commonwealth and at the end becoming a Nazione.
During this time, he has threaten around twenty leaders of different factions, become friends with a crazed lunatic and even had intimate relations with a woman who may or may not have been Nomad infested.
He had done cosmetic surgery twice, to change his face, to become one of many.. Although, the thrill, and Set’s own desire for power drew him back to the position of power.
Don, Capo bastone, Minister.. He had been so much, yet he was missing something.

It began to slowly become a nuisance and his lengthy time in power had caused him to separate himself from his kin, feeling disconnected to his ancestral home. He drifted further and further away from Outcast space and in the end, it ended up with him spending a year in Liberty prison.

After he came out, he withdrew considerable wealth from his already fat accounts and headed for a life of luxury, Luxury Liners, paradise hotels and fast ships. He spent the remaining two years just enjoying life.

Now, he stirs in his bed, a man with no conscience, being haunted by a past life, a life he finally missed again, the power, the enormous amounts of influence he had. With a sway of his hand, he could order ships to engage others and he, in his comfortable suite of his ship, could watch the total mayhem, his single command had caused.

Beads of sweat formed over his body, anxiety? No, he doesn’t feel anxious, he has been face to face with madmen, lunatics and murderers his entire life.

He woke up, eyes staring into the ceiling.. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat up, next to him lay two women, he doesn’t know their names, he doesn’t even care. He slaps the back of the one on his right, causing her to flinch and wake up. He glares, giving her that cold uncaring stare

“Brandy..”

-he says as he closes his eyes and rubs his hands over his face
The woman, of Kusari descent, moves, she knows that the slap was ‘nice’ compared to what he usually does to them, pouring Set a glass of brandy and with tender steps approach to hand him the glass.
Grabbing it without looking, he down the glass and stands up. When was the last time he actually wore proper clothes? He looked around the suite on the Belatrix, there were no clothes in sight, unless he wanted to dress in a skirt and bra.. He looked back at the Kusari woman, with a tilt of his head and a light, somewhat eerie smile on his lips. Shaking his head, making the thought he just got disappear.

Set sighed and walked into the other room, leaving the Kusari woman in the room. Closing the door behind him, and finding his closest friend and most loyal of soldiers, a rather big, chubby man named Luigi-

“Morning boss, or.. Afternoon actually”

-Luigi was sitting in an easychair by the window and drinking what Set believed to be coffee and reading something on a tablet.
Set makes a grunt noise, heading to the Wardrobe

“So boss, what’s on the docket today eh?”

Luigi says without looking back at his friend and employer.

“Clothes first..”

Set was rummaging the wardrobe and threw out most of what was inside, until he found a nice black suit, a normal white shirt and the only tie he had.
As he got dressed he spoke out loud

“I think.. We ought to get back to Malta actually”

Luigi almost dropped the cup he held as he turns around looking confused, and somewhat regretful, perhaps this was not the best day to wake up.

“You.. You, what now?”

Set turned around while tying the tie

“You heard my old friend.. It’s time we get back to business”

- Set said, smiling broadly

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