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Streets
Jul 27, 2008 14:07:48 GMT -8
Post by Laryn En'faal on Jul 27, 2008 14:07:48 GMT -8
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Streets
Mar 28, 2009 10:55:04 GMT -8
Post by Sephos A'Cairne on Mar 28, 2009 10:55:04 GMT -8
His leather boots made next to no sound as they struck against the ground, and he liked it that way. Keep quiet, keep alert, keep living. Sephos could hear the lessons of his family in his mind. Umbara was certainly a dangerous place for anyone with ambition, but he was no longer there, was he? Indeed, he hadn't felt the soil of his homeworld, or seen it's cities, in many a year. Just as well. His embedded sense of paranoia had served him well there, and here on this unfamiliar planet, it was beginning to come in handy once more.
Certainly not the most welcoming planet- Nar Shadaa was home to all sorts of criminal- fools is what they were. Most of them, anyway. There were always those- buried deep in the hives of idiocy, that showed some promise.
The few he had killed thus far certainly didn't.
He kept walking, ever watchful of the alleyways, the buildings, and even his own back. His saber tucked safely at his side, its touch felt reassuring as he ran his gaunt fingers over it.
He pressed on, his ebon cloak fluttering in the dirty wind. There had to be some potential on this rock, and he would find it. If he had to kill to do it, then so be it.
Treachery- the way of the Sith, indeed. He smirked darkly and continued down the street.
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