Shadow Priest
Following the departure from Dathomir, the young Kyrel was beholding to the vast wonders of the galaxy. Except he didn't have time to marvel at all the sights and sounds, the species he came across, or the planets he had seen. But for now, he had a mission to join the ranks of the New Imperial Order. Not to mention avoiding the Sith at any cost. His mother had warned him that if the Sith knew who he was, where he came from. Yet here he was almost close to the nearest border that led into the NIO's space. Here he was on board a space station that hosted all manners of beings, rogues, heroes, and villains alike. Jin only kept his head down his brown cloak stuck to him. Prying eyes stuck close to him, most likely eyeing him as if another lowly human. It didn't stop the young man from feeling a sense of nervousness as he wandered through a crowded hallway.
Aside from gaining a few passing glances, and the likes of a few Sith Imperial Troopers. He did his best to keep his head low, his hood raised, and to keep the sight of his Crossguard saber out of sight. Shoving, and pushing his way through the likes of several passersby such as himself. He was almost there to the final stretch of crossing over the border. The only problem was that the transport he bribed that would be heading over to NIO space would not be able to take off until the next day. So Jin has unfortunately stuck on board a crowded, Sith crawling space station until he had made his way to the transport.
Pushing his way to the cantina to at least gain a sense of peace from his long journey. The cantina like the hallways was crowded with beings of all types. Now he had barely made his way over the Bar. Where a Feeorin bartender had been slaving, while the droid waitresses had been trying to attend to every order. The Feeorin grunted in annoyance. "Alright, one at a time... I only got two arms here!" He said as he tried to pour drinks in glasses as much as he could. The Droids trying to get them out as much as possible. Jin waited patiently not wishing to get on the big man's bad side. After all he was only passing through.
"You there, c'mon what can I get ya!" He said as if telling young Jin. Already impatient with the increasing crowd of customers. Jin only replied in a calm cool manner. "I'll take some Corellian Ale thank you." The bartender looked at Jin, nodding. "Go have a seat over there. I'll have one of the droids bring it on by." Jin could only nod, not wishing to take much of his time at all. Only going to sit in the dark corner of the room. Not wishing to take much of anyone's time. Knowing it wouldn't be long until he would be out of here, away from Sith space, and into the fray of the Third Imperial Civil War.
Aside from gaining a few passing glances, and the likes of a few Sith Imperial Troopers. He did his best to keep his head low, his hood raised, and to keep the sight of his Crossguard saber out of sight. Shoving, and pushing his way through the likes of several passersby such as himself. He was almost there to the final stretch of crossing over the border. The only problem was that the transport he bribed that would be heading over to NIO space would not be able to take off until the next day. So Jin has unfortunately stuck on board a crowded, Sith crawling space station until he had made his way to the transport.
Pushing his way to the cantina to at least gain a sense of peace from his long journey. The cantina like the hallways was crowded with beings of all types. Now he had barely made his way over the Bar. Where a Feeorin bartender had been slaving, while the droid waitresses had been trying to attend to every order. The Feeorin grunted in annoyance. "Alright, one at a time... I only got two arms here!" He said as he tried to pour drinks in glasses as much as he could. The Droids trying to get them out as much as possible. Jin waited patiently not wishing to get on the big man's bad side. After all he was only passing through.
"You there, c'mon what can I get ya!" He said as if telling young Jin. Already impatient with the increasing crowd of customers. Jin only replied in a calm cool manner. "I'll take some Corellian Ale thank you." The bartender looked at Jin, nodding. "Go have a seat over there. I'll have one of the droids bring it on by." Jin could only nod, not wishing to take much of his time at all. Only going to sit in the dark corner of the room. Not wishing to take much of anyone's time. Knowing it wouldn't be long until he would be out of here, away from Sith space, and into the fray of the Third Imperial Civil War.
