Kenrath
Well-Known Member
Solar Gardens restaurant
Nubian Palace Resort
Nubia
Marcus sat at a table outside the restaurant sipping some tea and admiring the feel of the warm sun against his face. The exiled Sith Lord wore a nice suit doing a little people watching while he waited on on a light lunch to arrive. He had been cooped up in his ship for so long he thought he was going to lose his mind. It was nice to get out every now and then.
Besides the rise of a few pseudo-new governments and orders popping up across the galaxy had him more than curious. Marcus himself had not flown a government's flag since he walked away from the One Sith. Part of him wondered what his old comrades in arms had been up to. Then again he had long gotten over the constant stick measuring the inevitably resulted from more than one Sith being in the same room together.
Marcus had for a long time been someone who saw the wisdom in working together towards a common goal. In his youth Marcus had been an instrument of war hopping from battlefield to battlefield. It was something he would not be against going back to again. Peace and been fun. Kicking up his feet for almost a decade had been very relaxing. However he had gone restless and a restless Sith was never a good thing. Sith needed conflict, they needed strife, and they needed a purpose.
He would enjoy a little time in the sun and a good meal. Then perhaps he would seek out a renewed purpose in life. A new battle to fight and a new war to impact.
Nubian Palace Resort
Nubia
Marcus sat at a table outside the restaurant sipping some tea and admiring the feel of the warm sun against his face. The exiled Sith Lord wore a nice suit doing a little people watching while he waited on on a light lunch to arrive. He had been cooped up in his ship for so long he thought he was going to lose his mind. It was nice to get out every now and then.
Besides the rise of a few pseudo-new governments and orders popping up across the galaxy had him more than curious. Marcus himself had not flown a government's flag since he walked away from the One Sith. Part of him wondered what his old comrades in arms had been up to. Then again he had long gotten over the constant stick measuring the inevitably resulted from more than one Sith being in the same room together.
Marcus had for a long time been someone who saw the wisdom in working together towards a common goal. In his youth Marcus had been an instrument of war hopping from battlefield to battlefield. It was something he would not be against going back to again. Peace and been fun. Kicking up his feet for almost a decade had been very relaxing. However he had gone restless and a restless Sith was never a good thing. Sith needed conflict, they needed strife, and they needed a purpose.
He would enjoy a little time in the sun and a good meal. Then perhaps he would seek out a renewed purpose in life. A new battle to fight and a new war to impact.