Talon Rahl
Kouldelka My Queen
The quant café was a small establishment; only a few patrons were enjoying a meal or the quiet company of someone they enjoyed spending time with. Talon wished to be alone, he was struggling as of late, he wished to have some sort of purpose a reason why he was here in the galaxy. He felt little for the jedi, he had turned from that path long ago, he wasn’t exactly a sith but he believed in both aspects of the force to a certain point.
Thoughts of his past came rushing back, his time with confederacy, and the jedi order how they turned their back on him and his apprentice. He couldn’t help but feel regret about how he had failed her and her death sent him to search out the dark side. After all these years he had felt like a failure to both the jedi and sith. He must have been staring at his drink for at least an hour before taking his first sip, he couldn’t help but think about the time he had wasted wallowing in his past hoping something would change.
[member="Kitara Delarosa"]
Thoughts of his past came rushing back, his time with confederacy, and the jedi order how they turned their back on him and his apprentice. He couldn’t help but feel regret about how he had failed her and her death sent him to search out the dark side. After all these years he had felt like a failure to both the jedi and sith. He must have been staring at his drink for at least an hour before taking his first sip, he couldn’t help but think about the time he had wasted wallowing in his past hoping something would change.
[member="Kitara Delarosa"]