Rafeesh
Character
Rafeesh walked slowly over the surface of the moon. It was silent on the rocky surface. It was also very lonely, which was perfect for Rafeesh. The ship he had borrowed was behind him, over a small hill of the dead stone that made up this moon. He needed time, time to think and time to retrain himself. It was a good place for this.
Perhaps moon was the wrong word, the small heavenly body was not orbiting anything except the galaxy, it didn't even have a star to rotate around. Maybe then it was closer to a rogue dwarf planet? Rafeesh wasn't certain, he hadn't studied astronomy. What he did know was that this moon was perfect for being alone, but then again he didn't know if he was fully alone, he hadn't checked the planet for life. He had just come and decided to land.
He had at least three hours in this spacesuit before he would have to return to the ship. That was plenty of time for both thought and training. He wanted to sharpen his skills, but more importantly he had to think. He didn't know completely what to do here, this galaxy was still so strange compared to the one he had left so many years ago, the Sith were gone, his Sith were gone.
He had to decide, he had a job, employed as a military leader for a [member="Darth Mythos"], of course Rafeesh wasn't certain whether he would always be that. He hoped to find a way to return to his home, he didn't want this, he had never wanted this. He had things to decide, whether to accept this place or to not. He could not tell what he would think by the end of this.
Perhaps moon was the wrong word, the small heavenly body was not orbiting anything except the galaxy, it didn't even have a star to rotate around. Maybe then it was closer to a rogue dwarf planet? Rafeesh wasn't certain, he hadn't studied astronomy. What he did know was that this moon was perfect for being alone, but then again he didn't know if he was fully alone, he hadn't checked the planet for life. He had just come and decided to land.
He had at least three hours in this spacesuit before he would have to return to the ship. That was plenty of time for both thought and training. He wanted to sharpen his skills, but more importantly he had to think. He didn't know completely what to do here, this galaxy was still so strange compared to the one he had left so many years ago, the Sith were gone, his Sith were gone.
He had to decide, he had a job, employed as a military leader for a [member="Darth Mythos"], of course Rafeesh wasn't certain whether he would always be that. He hoped to find a way to return to his home, he didn't want this, he had never wanted this. He had things to decide, whether to accept this place or to not. He could not tell what he would think by the end of this.
