Bastion of Culture

[Kyyrk]

Dorin stood at the foot of a statue, dedicated to some ancient Sith Lord. His arms were folded across his chest, lip curled in thinly veiled disgust. Fortunately, he was still wearing his helmet, so it was rather difficult for the casual observer to spot. If it weren't for his need to visit this museum, he probably wouldn't have even visited this planet at all. Bastion, home of the Sith Empire. Planet made his skin crawl. He shivered slightly, and looked around. He felt like someone was watching him, but then he always got that feeling on Sith worlds. He entered the museum quietly, and made his way over to the admission desk. He paid for his entry, and made arrangements for the sword he wore slung across his back. It was precious to him, to be sure, but even he was cultured enough to avoid bringing weapons into a gallery.

He removed his helmet, closing his eyes as he did so until his visor was in place over them. He clipped his helmet to his belt, and proceeded forward into the gallery. A collection of artifacts from all across the galaxy, mostly Sith in nature. Dorin mused to himself quietly that most of it likely came from a private collection. He adjusted his scarf as he began his self guided tour, asking himself for the millionth time why he had decided to wear his silk cloths instead of his combat fibers. Of course, he knew the answer to that. Sith enjoyed being prim and proper, and it helped him blend in. And yet that gnawing feeling that he was being watched refused to go away...

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