A Ship buzzed through open space undisturbed as well as disturbing nothing around it. It carried a logo on the side, a Black cross the symbol for the Black Organization a band of galactic mercenaries that were willing to do any job for the right price. It was a small on manned vehicle and untracable on radar due to it's size as well as something the driver of this particular vehicle had developped, unfortunately it was only strong enough to fit a vehicle of this size so this was the one he took. The HE in question was a man, a man of... curious stature but power none the less he was the head of the Black Organization Stark Black a renowned mercenary known for two things. His oddness and his price. He was on a mission out in these far reaches searching for something for an "Experiment" for lack of a better word. A great object of power which would in turn grant him the power he wished for to be one of the most influencial mercenary organizations in the galaxy.