Warren Century
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A large meal had been prepared by Jeff on board his light Tachyon Freighter because he needed employees. It was currently in the middle of space owned by no one, a precaution he had taken to ensure his own survival. His plans involved the recruitment of the Factionless Force Users out there because he needed muscle that COULD wield lightsabers. Those blades could cut nearly anything. Including him. There was little to no defense against such methods, other than Cortosis or Phrik which he had neither of. There were other metals likely, but he had yet to discover them. As HRDs did not eat, he had no need for any of the food prepared. But he hoped some of his guests would appreciate it. Sitting down at the large table he had set up in one of the conference rooms, he waited. It was time for him to do some recruitment of his own. ]
There were many reasons he wanted this to be a success. HRDs could not use the Force, at all. If worst came to worst the One Sith would be a problem, and so too might the Jedi. It was better safe than sorry, in any case.
There were many reasons he wanted this to be a success. HRDs could not use the Force, at all. If worst came to worst the One Sith would be a problem, and so too might the Jedi. It was better safe than sorry, in any case.