THE Wookie Jedi
Location: Saveroks Bunker, Nyms Stronghold, Lok.
Sitting in a stolen throne carved chair the Gen'dai looked around his trophy room which was very empty. In fact it had nothing in it but air and himself but it was a place he could remember the past. The bunker would not be his if not for his past services for the Feeorin Nym. The structure belonged to Nym and in Saveroks mind it always would.
" If I could revisit the past I would.." He said knowing a one of his hired guns were down the hall. The Black Sun Merc removed his helm and nodded to the Gen'dai sitting in the empty room. " Perimeter is .. Secure, Saverok." he reported with a slight smile.
" It is something everyone would do if they could im sure. Go back to the past that is." The Black Sun paused. " Even the Celestials have regrets." he slowly took a seat on the ground.
Saverok raised a brow.
" You blink are your life is gone. As for my kind we continue to live on perceiving the world in slow motion." He paused and stood to his feet. In his mind the past was something to be grateful for and to dread.
Sitting in a stolen throne carved chair the Gen'dai looked around his trophy room which was very empty. In fact it had nothing in it but air and himself but it was a place he could remember the past. The bunker would not be his if not for his past services for the Feeorin Nym. The structure belonged to Nym and in Saveroks mind it always would.
" If I could revisit the past I would.." He said knowing a one of his hired guns were down the hall. The Black Sun Merc removed his helm and nodded to the Gen'dai sitting in the empty room. " Perimeter is .. Secure, Saverok." he reported with a slight smile.
" It is something everyone would do if they could im sure. Go back to the past that is." The Black Sun paused. " Even the Celestials have regrets." he slowly took a seat on the ground.
Saverok raised a brow.
" You blink are your life is gone. As for my kind we continue to live on perceiving the world in slow motion." He paused and stood to his feet. In his mind the past was something to be grateful for and to dread.