S O V E R E I G N
D A N T O O I N E
Pulling on my glove, I flexed my hand to make sure it was on completely. The leather and metal fix snug on my hand and wrist. Even down my arm a little to provide some protection about three fourths up my forearm. I liked wearing my new form of power. It greatly increased my powers. I was meeting with a man who was the brother of an old friend.
Nikias had passed to a man who wanted to hunt him. Nikias passed on to the force. This other individual, [member="Akhilleus"], was now King of their Home planet. I wanted to learn more about this man, his culture, and his people. But first, I wanted to meet him on an even, and solid ground. One that would not be in the favor of one or the other. I dressed how I normally would. My leather jacket, simple and clean t-shirt, nice jeans, and a set of my favorite military boots. Of course I was still carrying my lightsaber. Otherwise, I was devoid of weaponry. I hoped that this man would understand why I still carried, what was in some cultures to be, my life.
Sitting on my speeder, The Star was high in the sky. Beating down upon my black clothing, and my dark blue hair. Hopefully he would get the message. I even remembered what I sent him.
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Your Benevolence,
I am wanting to contact you for many reasons. My condolences for the death in your family, My sympathy for the life the man lead, to learn more of where this man came from, and most of all, to meet his brother and to become acquaintances, or allies. I do not know of the traditions of the Makrosia, and do not wish to step on toes. If you will meet me on Dantooine at the coordinates provided, I hope that we can come to terms with what has transpired, and possibly find a better outcome for the both of us.
Sincerely,
Ventus
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Breathing in a little bit, it was about time. Hopefully I would be seeing him soon, and we could talk, or even make something from my friend's death.
Pulling on my glove, I flexed my hand to make sure it was on completely. The leather and metal fix snug on my hand and wrist. Even down my arm a little to provide some protection about three fourths up my forearm. I liked wearing my new form of power. It greatly increased my powers. I was meeting with a man who was the brother of an old friend.
Nikias had passed to a man who wanted to hunt him. Nikias passed on to the force. This other individual, [member="Akhilleus"], was now King of their Home planet. I wanted to learn more about this man, his culture, and his people. But first, I wanted to meet him on an even, and solid ground. One that would not be in the favor of one or the other. I dressed how I normally would. My leather jacket, simple and clean t-shirt, nice jeans, and a set of my favorite military boots. Of course I was still carrying my lightsaber. Otherwise, I was devoid of weaponry. I hoped that this man would understand why I still carried, what was in some cultures to be, my life.
Sitting on my speeder, The Star was high in the sky. Beating down upon my black clothing, and my dark blue hair. Hopefully he would get the message. I even remembered what I sent him.
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Your Benevolence,
I am wanting to contact you for many reasons. My condolences for the death in your family, My sympathy for the life the man lead, to learn more of where this man came from, and most of all, to meet his brother and to become acquaintances, or allies. I do not know of the traditions of the Makrosia, and do not wish to step on toes. If you will meet me on Dantooine at the coordinates provided, I hope that we can come to terms with what has transpired, and possibly find a better outcome for the both of us.
Sincerely,
Ventus
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Breathing in a little bit, it was about time. Hopefully I would be seeing him soon, and we could talk, or even make something from my friend's death.