Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy

Location: Revelin (Main capitol of Bastion)
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As the crowd of people filtered out from the Cantina a few select individuals remained. The early dew of the sun approaching to let all inside be warned that the next days proceedings were at hand.
The Diarch sat alone, pondering his life and what had brought him here. The main cantina of Revelin. A place of respite within the constant war of the galaxy and politicking at large.
"Members of X Company are still shipping to the Empire of the Lost despite sanctions" - "The Dark Empire has dealings with bankers on Muunilist."
A plethora of petty dealings swirled upon his head as he just pondered the reality of it all.
"Tomorrow is only a day away. A day away from destiny's falling grace" - The words of Kakus topping off an already contrived thought process only flooded the young Diarchs mind.
As he sat alone at the bars countertop he wondered if anyone could take his mind off of these petty ideas. He only sought a normal interaction, one that brought him away from the constant nagging of shared responsibility. Something to just make him feel like a human again. His life was filled with goals, destiny and a purpose that although was never spoken aloud - he could feel within his soul.
In the end he deemed there were few who could see life through his lens. If only they were here now, when he needed them. Perhaps he could shake this insatiable yearning for more. For now the hot embrace of an alcoholic beverage at the cantina would be his comfort. Until he could meander his way to his chambers, to move towards his goals the next day. Forgetting the mediocrity of the night before.
"Another fiery Mustafaran"