GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Kei grinned.
He sat in the office, the Corellian landscape in the window behind him. It was strange to be back in his own home, the estate that he built with his own money. He was home, on the planet that had birthed him. He was a true Corellian, always happy when he returned to the broken planet. The broken planet would always be more home to him than any other planet in the galaxy, any other apartment they owned.
The two guards stood at the door left.
He had his soldiers back, his ship back. Everything was going well, all he was missing was his weapon. He would craft one in time, he intended to make a lightsaber better the one he had previously held. However, before he did that he had one final loose end to tie up, one final loose end to secure and handle. He had a prisoner in his basement that he needed to deal with.
"Bring her to me, chained and ready to answer"
He watched as two guards stood at the desk left the room. He kicked his feet up on the desk, helping himself to the nibbles on his desk. He took a look a the screen on the desk, looking one last time at the graph. He would handle the business once he had handled the "guest" currently in his house, the guest was the biggest priority in his house. He cared for his guests, after all.
He sat in the office, the Corellian landscape in the window behind him. It was strange to be back in his own home, the estate that he built with his own money. He was home, on the planet that had birthed him. He was a true Corellian, always happy when he returned to the broken planet. The broken planet would always be more home to him than any other planet in the galaxy, any other apartment they owned.
The two guards stood at the door left.
He had his soldiers back, his ship back. Everything was going well, all he was missing was his weapon. He would craft one in time, he intended to make a lightsaber better the one he had previously held. However, before he did that he had one final loose end to tie up, one final loose end to secure and handle. He had a prisoner in his basement that he needed to deal with.
"Bring her to me, chained and ready to answer"
He watched as two guards stood at the desk left the room. He kicked his feet up on the desk, helping himself to the nibbles on his desk. He took a look a the screen on the desk, looking one last time at the graph. He would handle the business once he had handled the "guest" currently in his house, the guest was the biggest priority in his house. He cared for his guests, after all.