Marcus Faust
Fracti No Ultra
Marcus stood with his arms crossed, boots digging into the red sands of Korriban. Before him was a massive project, something that looked like it might really help the Empire in all it's efforts, but no, it was a temple dedicated to Mikhail Shorn. iIt had statues and everything, all designed by the best artisans in the Empire, and built by it's lowest slaves.
On either side of him were his two remaining saber guards, who watched along with him as the laborers worked themselves to exhaustion in the blazing heat. He almost felt tempted to step in and help them, almost. Grabbing a canteen and pulling back the wrappings covering his mouth, Faust took a drink of the cool liquid, savoring it's chill. Jeez, if he was this hot doing nothing, he wondered how the slaves felt.
On either side of him were his two remaining saber guards, who watched along with him as the laborers worked themselves to exhaustion in the blazing heat. He almost felt tempted to step in and help them, almost. Grabbing a canteen and pulling back the wrappings covering his mouth, Faust took a drink of the cool liquid, savoring it's chill. Jeez, if he was this hot doing nothing, he wondered how the slaves felt.
