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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:08:15 GMT -8
Mos Espa was a spaceport on Tatooine. It was the home of the famous Mos Espa Grand Arena, at which the annual Boonta Eve Classic podrace was held.
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Aug 26, 2013 15:17:08 GMT -8
The transport freighter made its descent towards the space ports of Mos Espa, circling the city as it awaited for final clearance to land. Once securing a port to land on, the ship touched down with a hard thud that shook up the passengers on board. Once the pressure in the freighter acclimated, all doors opened to let the travelers out onto their destination. The Traveler and Enam Revlis were the last passengers to disembark, both looking at their surroundings as their eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight. The traveler, now sporting a cloak and hood of the same dusty color as the city bought off of a fellow passenger, turned to Enam with a worried look on his face.
"I guess this is where we part ways." Holds out his hand to shake Enam's.
"Yeah, so it seems." Walks on passed the Traveler towards the cargo hatches of the transport. "If you walk forward without hesitation, and not stop to gawk at everything around you, it's unlikely you'll get into much trouble." Stops to glance at the traveler again. "Wherever you go, don't stop til you reach your destination. You'll live longer that way." Continues on his way, drawing his hood up as he walked.
Raises his hand up, pauses, then slumps a bit as he walked off to where he needed to go. "Yeah, sure thing...."
Now clear of the distraction, Enam stops behind a ling on the ground that split the common walk areas from the loading area of the port. He looked on as a few crates are unloaded from the freighter, and some uniformed gentlemen talk among themselves as they look within the cargo hold. Some minutes pass before the workers stopped chattering as a lifter pulled a small ship from the cargo hold. A modified A-wing custom model is pulled out, and carted off towards the reception gate awaiting approval to clear customs, while another uniformed man of the same transport company comes with a large datapad towards Enam.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Revlis?"
"I am." He moves his right arm out from under his cloak.
"Good," Shows the front of the datapad to Enam. "I require your signature for customs. Would you want us to secure a port for you to have your ship docked? There isn't a large fee for that."
"Please do so." Signs the datapad, clearing the A-wing for docking and issuing final payment for the service. "I'll be leaving soon enough in it anyway."
As his ship is hauled off to be docked and serviced for flight, Enam walks off towards the exits into the city, content seeing his beloved ship in good hands to maintain it. His thoughts began to wander once his eyes met with the city's different look since he was last there, and his face became more stern as he pondered over the years he's been away from the planet. With things being different as they are, he became more hostile to the idea of relearning the layouts of the streets and avenues, but ultimately his mind wrestled with the risk he's exposing himself to being back to the planet he so readily left twenty years ago. Many things could have changed since his sudden and anger fueled departure, though the same could be said of him with what he's faced during that time. It wasn't long before he faded from view, into the sea of faces.
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Aug 26, 2013 17:09:18 GMT -8
Enam traveled through the city, looking around side to side in the markets to find something remotely familiar. The buildings were all different, between newly built ones that took place of formerly ruined structures or structures that had gone through severe renovations, it was like the city had been reborn since he's been there twenty years ago. The markets were still full despite him being there, and not a single soul that looked onto his face seemed to recognize the man that terrorized the citizens with senseless massacre and destruction. Not too different to his life traveling planet to planet.
"Seems it's been too long." He exhaled sharply as the smell of smoked meats filled his nostrils, darting his head off to the side from the offensive smell. He wondered if he always thought of the smells to be disgusting to him before, but soon pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he snatches a couple strips of jerky as quickly as his hands could permit him. Relearning the layout of the city is an important step for him to get reacquainted with the planet he long called home.
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Aug 26, 2013 18:53:55 GMT -8
After hours scouring the city, and night began to take it's hold over Mos Espa, Enam was making his way back to the space port. With his A-wing placed in a port, more than ready to fly onward to his next destination, he repeatedly went over the flight plan he had been creating towards his next destination. With the layout of the city locking in his mind as he relived the day's venture, his thoughts turn back to a lonely avenue that he tread long ago.
While newer and slightly taller homes now dominate the street with children playing in the street until their parents called them in before the suns have set, he remembered it being the very sight he clashed with the girl he left behind all those years ago. It was then that Enam was forced back into a corner, not by someone of greater skill in saber combat or intensity of their connection to the Force, but by someone he couldn't bring himself to harm no matter how much anger he mustered to fuel himself in the fight. Shirley Pyre, abandoned by him when his reign over Tatooine ended by the likes of the Nightsisters when he would not relent this very city to them in exchange for keeping his grip of political power, attacked him in anger when he returned to the planet. Her combat skills were weak by any standard of ones trained in the ways of light saber combat, but her relentlessness and tears that fell when looking at him made the then Rogue Sith unable to fight back as mercilessly as he had with many others who drew a weapon on him. That night haunted him, the moment he realized that another life had depended on him. A terrible feeling of fear, regret, and self-loathing.
Decades later, those same sentiments spiked through his chest as fresh and new as it did then. The longer he thought about it, the more anger he felt directed at himself for what happened. Eventually arriving at the space port and making his way to his ship, with his flight plan still fresh in his mind, he boarded the custom A-wing breathing in deeply to put himself at ease. After inputting the coordinates, lifting to the proper altitude for the speedy flight, he departed for the deserts to his home.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 28, 2013 19:52:43 GMT -8
The races could have gone better...
Thought the cloaked figure as he played with the credit chip in his hand. Second place wasn't first, but at least it wasn't honorable mention, that in itself made the winnings in the figure's hand gleam slightly brighter, before it slipped into his dark robes. The Figure meandered through the endless alleyways of Mos Espa, leaving the main thoroughfare and hoards of spectators as they spilled out from transports to docking bays, taverns and gambling dens. It wasn't often that he found himself on this end of the Dune Sea. Tatooine was his home and had been for some time now, but Mos Eisley was his preferred city. Espa just seemed too out of the way, and forget about Anchorhead...yet, it was a good escape. To clear his head and enjoy some sport, before returning to his quest.
The figure scoffed at himself as he turned a corner, crossing over a deserted street and back into the growing shadows of a Tatooine night. "Quest?" He asked himself chuckling slightly before realizing he'd gone down an alleyway with no outlet. "Your loosing your edge..." The figure told himself with a wag of his finger, before laughing again. "Or am I?" The figure ended slyly as he noticed a small hovel at the very end of the way, it's lights still burning brightly compared to the buildings around it. With a shrug the figure continued down towards the unadorned patch-worked building, knowing that there was no coincidences in this life, the Whills always guided those that didn't fight their musings and nudges.
The shutters were drawn back, their flaking sun-bleached surfaces almost completely absent of their original cerulean blue paint. It matched the patch worked adobe that made up the building around them. It was quaint and the figure peered through the blown-glassed window and grinned to himself. "Seems I'll be putting my winnings to good use." He said aloud as he placed a pale hand on the old wooden door, pushing it open slowly. An elderly man looked up from behind the bar, his cordial smile meeting the figure despite his cloaked appearance.
"Well, must of made a wrong turn, need me to help you out of here, stranger?" Said the man, leaning on the bar slightly as an older woman appeared from a swinging door with a tray of food for several moister farms at a table near were the Figure had entered.
"Thank you, but no." The figure said before continuing into the small establishment, looking at all the nick-knacks adorning the walls; pictures of pod races and families, pieces of moister farming equipment, and hand crafted pottery. "I think I'm in the right place actually."
The elderly man let out a chuckle and turned to get a glass. "If you say so, but we don't get many people from the main streets out here." The man shrugged. "I guess you could say we're kind of a 'local' watering hole."
The figure sat himself at the bar and lowered the cowl of his hood, allowing his long peppered grey hair to pool out onto his shoulders. "Oh, I prefer it that way..." Said Jud'dayus with a grin, before plunking his winning on the bar before the man. His youthful face smiled, and his single eye winked.
"So, what will it be, stranger?" Said the man with another warm smile, leaving the chip where it lay.
"I'll leave that to you barkeep. I'm in your hands." Jud laughed. "Oh, and call me Jud..."
The barkeep gave Jud a nod and filled the glass with a pale frothy ale off the tap, placing it in front of the masked Sith. "There you are, Jud. Enjoy."
Jud picked up the glass and raised it to the elderly man before taking a long slip. "Ah, now that's an ale..." Jud mused as he sank into the beer again and started to allow the mirthfulness of this place infuse his old soul.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Sept 28, 2013 20:21:07 GMT -8
It's not often that I find myself in this paticular corner of the galaxy but if I'm going to bar hop across the galaxy I can't forget the land of the sweltering sun where dreams go to die. In truth I had intended to hit up a place or two in Mos Espa, maybe aquire a bit of information before moving on to my latest mission.... Ha! mission, more like messanger duty. A once respected master now trusted with nothing more than moving about and being a carrying pigeon, maybe fixing a thing or two here and there. Sure I may seem a little bitter, but it's been a hard half-century of life and I have a right to be.
Pushing those thoughts out of my mind I take a drink from my ever present flask, burrying my emotions behind a wall of Wyren's Reserve. My customary half-smile crosses my face, bringing forth my ownly defense against my own bitterness, humor. Wearing that expression and my tan jumpsuit with what seems like endless pockets I make my way through the crowd, looking just like any other backwoods mechanic who thought he was big shit. Of course I could no long pull of the "boy in city shock" facade, not with traces of grey threatening to overwhelm my brown hair and beard.
Just a few more feet down a main road I notice a group of thugs that just look like they are ready to make trouble. I quickly duck into an ally, chosing one at random. It's not that I don't think I could take them, it's just that it might bring unwanted attention. Truth be told I'd rather not have to expose myself as a Jedi. I alow myself to drop more into the midset of an aging spacer who's been gone for too long. I walk right over to the first drinking establishment (if you could call the run down hovel that) I encounter.
Fully intending to just order something and make my way out I am stuck by a familiar feeling although I am sure I have never been to this city before, much less inside of this bar. Suddenly I see the faces of four other men in my head, two bloodied and lifeless the other two hard and determined, men I hadn't thought of in a long time. A quick scan of the bar showed me what had brought those images to mind. The man who had caused those looks. I take another drink of my flask before speaking, drawing on the power of the spirits rather than the force to keep me calm.
It looks like I'm not the only ghost still wandering the land of the living. I say loud enough to be heard throught most of the room despite my position still in the frame of the wooden door. The things that the whills weave will never finish surprising me it seems.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Sept 28, 2013 21:02:19 GMT -8
I hated being apart of large crowds, and now that I would be here for some time, I figured I could search for a much more quite resting place. It was for that reason I stood outside this hole in the wall. I had been leaning against the wall for some time trying to motivate myself to go in. When I watched another person enter the establishment. Reaching into my pocket I grabbed a silver case and brought it out. Popping it open I grabbed a cigar from it and placed one end of it between my lips. Placing the silver case back into my pocket I pushed off with my right shoulder, finally deciding to enter and get a drink. As I made my way around the corner to head down the alley to the entrance I reached into my other pocket i brought up some match's. Lighting the cigar I took a long drag of it, pressing up the door as I made my entrance into the place.
Taking a look around I knew I would stand out. I stood in my normal attire of a leather jerkin with black pants, a red sash tied around my waste. My face showed several deep scars. It appears there was a reunion going on. Or at least one person thought so. I made my way around him towards the bar. Sitting down I knocked some of the ash into an ashtray. Taking another long drag I noticed an older man coming towards me with what appeared a mild look of surprise. I must be a popular old man tonight. What can i get you sir? I smiled at him.Give me a whiskey! I need something rough tonight The old man nodded and turn around grabbing a glass and a bottle of whiskey I sat the glass in front of me and poured me a glass Here you go Sir. Shall I just leave the bottle here for you?I gave him a nod, as I took the glass and down it. Cringing a bit at the strong burn. The old man turned around going about cleaning a few glass's. Taking another drag of my cigar I reached for the bottle pouring me another glass.
It had been a long time. But this time a year I preferred to be alone and drink my memories away. I took the glass in my right hand raising it and staring into its liquid contents. As if looking for something that I knew wouldn't be there. Raising the glass I exhaled the smoke, forcing a smile once again. To you my old friend, may you're stubborn ass be resting in peace. To you Gen'kar, my first master. I slammed my drink back once again, slamming the glass back down with a loud thud. I didn't aim to break the glass just bad habit. Filling my glass once more, I just let it sit for a moment while I went back to enjoying the taste of my cigar.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 28, 2013 21:44:04 GMT -8
Jud had finished his first glass when a twinge in the Force crept up his spine. It was the caress of another force sensitives presence, the distinct pressure of having another's essence in the Force meeting yours. The door opened behind Jud and the feeling caused the Sith to smirk slightly, as his new glass of ale was placed before him.
Jud let out a slight chuckle and nodded his head to the voice. The elderly man behind the bar looked from Jud to the voice with a rising sense of fear in his eyes, but Jud waved his hand and shook his head, calming the barkeep instantly before turning slightly to look upon who'd spoken.
"Ghosts live better than most..." Jud said slowly, taking in the man with a grin. "... or so I've been told." Jud shrugged and turned back to the barkeep. "Give the man whatever he wants, on my tab."
The barkeep was about to when a cigar smoking man made quite the entrance and then strutted his way to the bar. As he ordered some whiskey and sat Jud felt a second twinge in the Force, and raised an eyebrow to the newcomer as he spoke.
Jud just listened before the newcomer pounded the shot down and slammed the glass on the bar with a thud. Jud's jaw clenched at the display, and the Elderly barkeep didn't seem to take to kindly to the act of denting his hand made bar-top either.
"If you could refrain from doing that, I'd appreciate it, stranger..." Said the barkeep, before looking to the the man which Jud said could order on his tab.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Nov 8, 2013 23:00:03 GMT -8
Never one to turn down booze that I don't have to pay for, and since I'm more than willing to spend this man's money. Taking a seat next to the other man at the bar I smile up at the bartender. I'll have the best and most expensive bottle you have, whatever it is. Flashing my customary half-smile again to the man behind the bar I turn away and let my face drift back to a more neutral position. Up until the last few years an encounter like this probably would have involved lightsabers at this point, but seeing as how things are now, my hands are far away from the grey hilt at my hip. Although I'm not likely to like this man, I am far too old to let a grudge 30 years in the making to force me into doing something stupid.
As the bartender sets a bottle full of a strange blue liquid in front of me I turn to the older man and take a long swig, surprised by the oddly sweet taste of the liquor. Killed anyone interesting lately? A cold smile crosses my lips as I look at the man with my ice blue eyes. While not exactly the kindest thing to say it's no more than anyone could really expect in the situation. I mean think about it, what else are you going to say to an old sith lord that you haven't seen in years. It's only natural, right?
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 11, 2013 11:07:22 GMT -8
Jud gave a scoffing sound to the man ordering the best on his tab. Well, he had offered... Oh well. Thought the Sith has re raised his pint glass to my lips to drink.
Jud drank for a moment, emptying the contents of the glass in several gulps, before sliding his glass towards the elderly barkeep. "Another, my good man." He said coolly before turning to the Jedi beside him with a grin. "Lately? No, but I could change that fact... couldn't I?" Jud said with slight conviction, his grin never subsiding from his false face. "Anyways... Killing is such an ugly business, especially when I'm involved, right?" Jud finished as the barkeep placed a newly poured glass in front of the Sith.
It was an intentional barb, and the Sith savored it as much as his first sip of his new drink.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 14, 2013 6:35:04 GMT -8
The 3-Z freighter descended down into the spaceport in Mos Espa, settling down next to a Infiltrator. A man in a black flight suit stood ready next to the extended ramp and Sinistra killed the power on the freighter. She hit the ramp controls and slid out of the pilot's seat. She headed back to her quarters for a quick change, shedding her Dru outfit and donning more appropriate Sith robes for her visit. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she signaled Stormro to join her at the bottom of the ramp off the freighter. Her pilot was already in the freighter's cockpit and getting through his preflight checks. She turned to Gulliver, her eyes casting over to the cargo bay where her merchandise was stored. "Test is over when that cargo makes it back to Kuat. See you in a couple days."
She winked and nodded at the hulking merc, and gestured with a nod of her head to Stormro that they were ready to depart. The pilot had off loaded a speeder for her use in Mos Espa, the faded paint and cracked vinyl seats giving it a well used appearence that would blend right in with the crowds here. She raised her hood, sliding into the speeder and cranking it up as Stormro joined her. They headed out of the spaceport as the freighter rose towards the heavens.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 15, 2013 9:49:28 GMT -8
Stormro had donned the rest of his attire again and washed the grime off of his pale visage, returning his appearance to that which he normally maintained before borrowing a dark cloak with which to divert attention from his appearance and joining his former Master in the speeder. Sliding into the seat next to her, he glanced at Sinistra from within the darkened confines of his hood with a smile. He was curious as to who this "old friend" of hers was, and was also curious as to what business she had here on the dry wasteland of a planet which was Tatooine beyond her work as "Dru". Whatever it was, he assumed, it must be important; Sinistra was never the sort to waste time when the clock was ticking and with the looming threat of the Mando'ade crusade he was certain that her actions here, even her little outing as "Dru", were tied to that threat in some way. It had been many years since he had seen her before his arrival on Kuat, and Stormro could not help but smile as he thought on how things had changed.
She was a leader now, as had always been her nature even years ago on Kashyyyk, and commanded the loyalty of the Dark Tide as the organization's Empress. Many of the faces and names which she had surrounded herself with were foreign to the Nagaian Sith Lord, yet from what little he had seen of these "new" Sith she had chosen well. He would have to get a better read on all of them once he had the chance, but for now he could at least be content that Sinistra had chosen her allies well. He had already seen the ruinous results of having ill-chosen supporters; the old Kashyyyk Academy had begun a long decline before the treachery of one of their own combined with ill-suited defenders resulted in its untimely destruction, and even before that the academy's master had been unable to detect the treachery amidst his ranks for even Stormro himself had shifted his loyalties by then to a more deserving master. Shifting his focus back to the shifting present rather than the fading shadows of the past, Stormro sat silently as they traveled, taking in their surroundings and mentally mapping their route as they made their way towards their destination.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 11:20:01 GMT -8
"Sounds like a plan. I'll leave you most of the goodies, just in case."
Gulliver nodded. Most of his gear was still on the 3-Z, but he made sure to carry over his personal kit to the new transport. If Sinistra and her friend got in trouble, having enough firepower to hold off a small army wouldn't hurt them any, and there was enough there that his AR, 240, and PLR wouldn't be missed.
After making sure the cargo was properly stowed on the new ship, the merc helped the pilot perform the preflight checks in record time. It took just a little over an hour for the Kuat-bound freighter to point it's nose skyward and blast off like a bat out of hell.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Nov 17, 2013 8:30:14 GMT -8
I apologized to the man for my previous action as he brought me another drink. I just sad there looking at the drink, until another man sat next to me ordering himself a drink. I was unsure of how to feel siting in an almost empty tavern with a Sith and Jedi. The situation screamed failure. I picked up my drink slowly resting my arms on the bar counter, I swirled the contents of my drink around a few time, before I decided to take a sip of the whiskey. The drink burning the entire way down, ahh I missed the feeling.
Reaching in to my pocket I pulled forth a silver container and opened it up. Releasing my hold of my drink I spun around opening the container, ad pulled a cigar from it placing it into my mouth and biting down on the end in my mouth. I pulled one free and threw it towards the Sith. I knew he would notice seeig as he was talking to the man next to me, the cigar would impact with his chest if he failed to catch it. I turned towards the man next to me offering up the container, for him to take one.
Please enjoy a cigar, and try to keep weapons holstered. Death is a nasty business regardless of who is involved
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 20, 2013 17:38:30 GMT -8
Jud gave a sidelong gaze to the man in silent amusement, before politely taking cigar offered, but putting it on the bar in front of me.
"Cigars are a nasty business too, but you seem to enjoy them just fine." Jud bluntly stated with a shrug, before taking up his pint glass and drinking again. "And it never even ghosted across my mind, to actually draw my weapons." He gestured to all the quaint nicknacks on the walls. "In such a warm and welcoming place as this." Jud made a tisk tisk motion at the cigar toting man. "I'm not some mindless uncivilized brute, but thanks for the vote of confidence."
Jud's tone was seeping in sarcasm, but that was his way; bruising egos was a well liked pastime.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Nov 22, 2013 21:40:36 GMT -8
J*Suddenly the man on the other side of me decided to join in our discussion, and oddly enough offers cigars and reminds us not to kill each other. It's all I can do to keep from laughing. If we had wanted a fight it would probably have been over by now, but we got our fill of each other the first time. Waving away the cigar case I take another swig from the drink in front of me. * No thanks, I've heard those things will kill you. I gesture toward the cigars and laugh lightly, taking an ironically long drink from my glass.
I wouldn't worry about weapons though, I've had enough of his blade. A mental image suddenly crosses my mind, a dark and rainy day, a flash of lightning, and two bodies lying prone on the wet ground. Far too much I say, barely audible, mostly under my breath before drowning the memory in another long swig of drink. .
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 28, 2013 19:27:01 GMT -8
The Old Sith took a long intake of air, thinking on the Jedi's words. "That was a lifetime ago, and a circumstance I was begrudgingly put into." He offered in a sighed exhale. If it weren't for the fact that he was looked upon as a Sith, it might have come across as genuine and heartfelt... but Jud doubted his sentiment would be trusted. He finished his glass and tapped the rim, as he thought of that day, of the reasons that had transpired, and of the outcome that did have to be... or had it?
The barkeep gave Jud an nod, and started to pour another ale as the Sith pondered the futility of thinking one had a choice. "The Whills are cruel masters..." He said aloud, more to himself than to the two Jedi on either side of him, before the elderly barkeep handed Jud his new glass with a smile.
"It's hard to think that things happen for a reason..." He started, the rim of the glass going up to his mouth, only to rest on his lower lip as he stared off into the distant past. "But they do, and what comes from it only makes us stronger." Jud stated before taking a long sip. "It's cliché and timeless, but horribly true, and without end..."
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 13, 2014 5:22:54 GMT -8
While his heartfelt sadness is sadly doubted I can't help but think that we were the ones who hunted him down and in a way we did force his hand. Sure we had reasons, but from a certain point of view our reasons might have been as unjust as his slaughter was, a point of view I never would have considered in my younger years. Another flash of lightning crosses through my mind as my silver blade swishes through the air, swung for the first time in anger.... Maybe we all aren't so different after all. The Force guides us in all directions and while the Whills can be cruel masters, we are a lot crueler to ourselves then they ever could be.
I had allowed my anger to lead me and it had nearly gotten me killed, just because others have a different experience and find they prefer it that way are they really that much different? At this point in my philosophizing I realize that my drink is empty and I reach out with the force and summon the first bottle of Corellian Ale I see and take a long hard swig. Damn, when did life get so complicated? I say, almost to myself but loud enough for the other two men to hear.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jan 13, 2014 19:44:32 GMT -8
"Get complicated?" Jud asked, putting his pint glass down, before resting his chin on his hand. "There has never been a clear right or wrong, light or dark, good or bad. It's always been shades of gray, smatterings of vibrant emotions and quelled ambitions." Jud just seemed to daze off, recounting words in a total stream of consciousness. His cryptic speech wasn't intentional - well - not fully. He was after all a scholar. A philosophical madman - if there was such a thing - into the rhymes and reasons of the cosmos. Nothing had gone un-scrutinized in his many centuries of study. Though, despite his knowledge, Jud always had the inkling that what he knew was only the tiniest of truths.
"We're all connected on some level... whether we like it or not. Whether we're aware of it or not." Jud finished with a nonchalant shrug, before taking his glass up again to his lips. That was it, that was the key to everything. Though life seemed random, a beautiful sort of controlled chaos, it was anything but... It was with the crystalline crispness of hindsight that connections were brought to light, that the utter chaos of the universe wasn't chaos at all. It was a cohesive cobweb of cause and effect, a web that had been spun longer ago than the ancient Sith could possibly fathom.
"What happened on Bespin was supposed to happen. Even if different paths were taken, it would have lead us to that one point in time... Nothing happens by accident. Nothing."
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Post by Tiro Saul on Mar 7, 2014 12:54:50 GMT -8
Bespin is a graveyard. I said, not directly speaking to anyone, nor explaining my train of thought. I hated that place it was home to, to many scars. Both Physically and mentally. It was a place I thought of seldomly, and only when thing brought back those old memories. For the most part my attention was on my drinks, only listening to bits and parts of what the two were saying. When these two spoke of bespin in made me fade back to those days. My memories were strange things, old thoughts became images frozen in time. As if only to highlight my down-falling. I recalled those days, they were what started my spiral into darkness, before I found my footing in the grayness between the light and dark. It was because of these memories, I could agree with the sith in his speech. Though part of me felt he was byes in what he spoke. Especially since I could feel these two as clear as one could see the suns on this planet. Each so far beyond the grey area.
I swirled the contents of my drink as i took another log drag of the cigar. Letting it linger in my throat before blowing the smoke back into the air, in little rings. Enjoying them for the fleeting moments were they remain intact before falling apart and disappointing into the air.[/i] Fate is a cruel mistress who welcomes you with a warm bed, before burning it from underneath you.
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