Between Dimensions
The eternally busy streets of Efavan were trafficked by just about every sort of Human, alien, and droid imaginable. Most of whom stood out far more than the red-robed Duros who could be seen standing at the edge of a small public plaza. This particular plaza was one of many in the city, but was distinct in that it had a large water fountain in the shape of a Jedi Knight as its central feature. The red-robed Duros held nothing but a silent contempt for it. This was a natural reaction for him, considering that he was after all a Sith Lord.
This Duros Sith went by the name Darth Exter and in truth, was not really “there” at the plaza at all. The figure standing in the plaza was nothing but an “avatar” created through The Force by the real Darth Exter. The Sith Lord’s actual body was trapped in the realm of Hyperspace, meaning that this avatar was his only method of interacting with the “normal” world.
On this particular day, Darth Exter was simply observing the denizens of the city without any particular goal in mind, except perhaps to gain some sort of insight into the nature of sentient beings. His paused lifespan certainly meant that he had the time to simply people-watch when he felt like it. So far, he had overheard that the planet he was on, Vorzyd V, was now situated directly between the territories of two expansionist states. But despite that, nobody seemed to be even remotely concerned. They simply ignored it in favor of continuing their hedonistic pursuits, as if nothing was wrong. Exter half-seriously wondered to himself if even a full-blown invasion would get these people to stop their revelry.
Speaking out loud, Exter said “Would these people continue to fiddle even if their city burned?”
This Duros Sith went by the name Darth Exter and in truth, was not really “there” at the plaza at all. The figure standing in the plaza was nothing but an “avatar” created through The Force by the real Darth Exter. The Sith Lord’s actual body was trapped in the realm of Hyperspace, meaning that this avatar was his only method of interacting with the “normal” world.
On this particular day, Darth Exter was simply observing the denizens of the city without any particular goal in mind, except perhaps to gain some sort of insight into the nature of sentient beings. His paused lifespan certainly meant that he had the time to simply people-watch when he felt like it. So far, he had overheard that the planet he was on, Vorzyd V, was now situated directly between the territories of two expansionist states. But despite that, nobody seemed to be even remotely concerned. They simply ignored it in favor of continuing their hedonistic pursuits, as if nothing was wrong. Exter half-seriously wondered to himself if even a full-blown invasion would get these people to stop their revelry.
Speaking out loud, Exter said “Would these people continue to fiddle even if their city burned?”