Gatano Tarahn
Master of Saberchaku
Gatano had spent months planning, and gathering the materials for his new favorite toys. Although there were several kinks to be ironed out, he felt as if his lightsaber nunchucks, Saberchaku, if you will, were ready for a field test. A Chuck Test.
Aboard an unmarked and unnamed spacestation, he patiently waited in a roomy little court yard where he had asked lightsaberers to join him for a brief sparring session. For now, it seemed like the posters he had left in public places on nearby planets hadn't attracted any willing combatants, but surely someone would turn up soon?
While he was waiting, he did take notice of some important details about his little arena he had set up. It was quite dank here, water dripped from a pipe somewhere in the ceiling, but the area was too badly lit and the ceiling was too high for him to tell where it was. Occasionally, someone shady would walk through, but he expected that here in such a remote part of the galaxy. Dim, flickering lights made the courtyard seem almost sinister. Gatano realized he must look pretty creepy sitting here by himself in the dark, staring at random passerbys expectantly. He suddenly became very self conscious about that, and decided to step out into the barely-working lights. He stood up, lowering his head for just a second as he got to his feet. When his gaze returned to it's normal angle, he spotted a dark figure at the other end of the courtyard.
Aboard an unmarked and unnamed spacestation, he patiently waited in a roomy little court yard where he had asked lightsaberers to join him for a brief sparring session. For now, it seemed like the posters he had left in public places on nearby planets hadn't attracted any willing combatants, but surely someone would turn up soon?
While he was waiting, he did take notice of some important details about his little arena he had set up. It was quite dank here, water dripped from a pipe somewhere in the ceiling, but the area was too badly lit and the ceiling was too high for him to tell where it was. Occasionally, someone shady would walk through, but he expected that here in such a remote part of the galaxy. Dim, flickering lights made the courtyard seem almost sinister. Gatano realized he must look pretty creepy sitting here by himself in the dark, staring at random passerbys expectantly. He suddenly became very self conscious about that, and decided to step out into the barely-working lights. He stood up, lowering his head for just a second as he got to his feet. When his gaze returned to it's normal angle, he spotted a dark figure at the other end of the courtyard.