Saran Drast
Templar
Alderaan. The recently fallen planet was alien to the Knight, having never been there. Still, she had received a sort of calling in the Force to come here. Something that was, surprisingly, not as dark as one might think on such a planet. Touching her new taozin bracelet, she hoped it was working. She might be in trouble if it wasn't.
Saran wasn't sure why she was here. She had managed to get through customs, and had come as a simple passenger. She didn't have a ship, she couldn't fly one, and the pilot she had been working with had died. She was alone, bitter, afraid. She had lost everyone she had loved to the Sith, but she had nowhere to go. She couldn't go back to the Jedi. She wasn't ready to face them yet. Not until she could answer why she had left. Becoming Sith was an absolutely abhorrent thought to her. What could she do, but listen to the force?
The armor she wore, hiding her robes and sabers, and the shotgun on her back, should make it appear like she was just another mercenary. Hopefully no one knew her.
Or maybe that was exactly what the Farce wanted.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
Saran wasn't sure why she was here. She had managed to get through customs, and had come as a simple passenger. She didn't have a ship, she couldn't fly one, and the pilot she had been working with had died. She was alone, bitter, afraid. She had lost everyone she had loved to the Sith, but she had nowhere to go. She couldn't go back to the Jedi. She wasn't ready to face them yet. Not until she could answer why she had left. Becoming Sith was an absolutely abhorrent thought to her. What could she do, but listen to the force?
The armor she wore, hiding her robes and sabers, and the shotgun on her back, should make it appear like she was just another mercenary. Hopefully no one knew her.
Or maybe that was exactly what the Farce wanted.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]