Dark Art, Gold Heart
Poltics.. intrigues.. that was the way of the Sith Bureaucracy. It could not be helped, not everything could be solved at the tip of a saber, though Lana wished it could, she was not interested in titles and thrones. The clouds that formed on Coruscant were much like those in her heart. She in her robes felt a great loneliness as she joined the masses making their way to work and recreation. For her there was this lingering feeling in her heart, "there must be more," more than the endless fueds, and pompous displays. She was beginning to wonder if this life.. which she loved, was already lost. What did it all mean? The conflicts, the struggle, and never ending bitter rivalries. Were they not just erecting totem poles that would mean nothing to them in the afterlife? She had lost her purpose, The Jedi had their peace, the Sith their passion, she had nothing save this hunger for something beyond it all.. and no way to satiate it.
So she walked the streets, the rain began to fall, and her hood sheltering her blond locks, save for a bang that peaked out and was wet. She came to a venor who had steaming ramen they were saving, and she placed some red credits down on his stainless counter and cart, and they Iridorian scooped the brooth and noodles into a cup that he handed to her, she took it and went over to an overhang from one of the great bases of the skycrapers. Down here many lived in the shadow of the wealthy above, literally, and Lana began to wonder for how long would this arrangment last before those below decided they wanted a piece of what was above. The Senate had its guardians, The Jedi, thier Praetorian Guard to keep the masses in check, but there had been times in history, when even the citizenry turned on the Paladins. If she was an ambitious Sith, she would ferment discontent, and get a union to stir up trouble. Though the Invasion of Coruscant by the Dark Empire had utterly failed, and the Jedi were on high alert, trying to create chaos so soon would ensure Lana would be snuffed out, besides she was not sure she even wanted to cause such fissures, she was not a blind hater of the Guardians of Peace, in some ways she admired them, especially their compassion. That was the passion she felt her Sith brethern lacked.
Taking two black wood chop sticks, she began to draw the noodles out of the warm broth and ate, it was delicious. At least those in lower city had some good food.
So she walked the streets, the rain began to fall, and her hood sheltering her blond locks, save for a bang that peaked out and was wet. She came to a venor who had steaming ramen they were saving, and she placed some red credits down on his stainless counter and cart, and they Iridorian scooped the brooth and noodles into a cup that he handed to her, she took it and went over to an overhang from one of the great bases of the skycrapers. Down here many lived in the shadow of the wealthy above, literally, and Lana began to wonder for how long would this arrangment last before those below decided they wanted a piece of what was above. The Senate had its guardians, The Jedi, thier Praetorian Guard to keep the masses in check, but there had been times in history, when even the citizenry turned on the Paladins. If she was an ambitious Sith, she would ferment discontent, and get a union to stir up trouble. Though the Invasion of Coruscant by the Dark Empire had utterly failed, and the Jedi were on high alert, trying to create chaos so soon would ensure Lana would be snuffed out, besides she was not sure she even wanted to cause such fissures, she was not a blind hater of the Guardians of Peace, in some ways she admired them, especially their compassion. That was the passion she felt her Sith brethern lacked.
Taking two black wood chop sticks, she began to draw the noodles out of the warm broth and ate, it was delicious. At least those in lower city had some good food.
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