Raijin Arashi
Gold and Lightning
Bored. That was quite simply how Raijin was feeling right then. The most he'd had to deal with on the Royale lately was a bit of petty theft. For a big old station like this one, close to a highly populated planet like Ashera, there should've been more. But, no, there wasn't. To top it off, some idiot had decided to make him a throne out of old pieces of blasters and droids. He would've preferred a giant marshmallow or something.
People were still calling him "Darth," too. That also bugged him. The only thing dark about good old Raijin was the lightning he tossed when other people were in danger. His lightsaber was made of beautiful wintrium crystal, and the blade was bright gold. Nothing to him spelled out "good" better than that. Oh well.
[member='Polaris Sovereign']
People were still calling him "Darth," too. That also bugged him. The only thing dark about good old Raijin was the lightning he tossed when other people were in danger. His lightsaber was made of beautiful wintrium crystal, and the blade was bright gold. Nothing to him spelled out "good" better than that. Oh well.
[member='Polaris Sovereign']
