The Red of Sinner
Battle Sister
[member="Kay Larr"]
So much had come to pass, the times they were ever changing and threatening to leave all who did not follow it behind. Governments rose and fell, leaving people stranded and with nothing but broken hope. Rulers were dramatized and dethroned, crying about lost crowns and loyalties. Romeo knew all this, had experienced all this, and yet while he retreated behind the lines of known galaxy to lick his wounds and ponder life, the Vahla had left behind so much. He left little to imagination these days, coveted nothing, and found a inner peace from the sanctum of isolation. There was, however, knots that needed to be tightened, friends who needed his ears, and more importantly his sword. The people had all but forgotten Romeo's face, and that was okay. Most of his days warring against pointless battles were over. Territory meant very little to him anymore, slaying Sith was nothing but a old hobby now, and ruling planets were behind him. He could even careless what Vahl, his ancient god ancestor, had to say.
Romeo was back in the galaxy for his friends, and the tea shop before him was where he was needed most, and he knew why. Kay, his only real friend who did not see Romeo has a force master, or a ruler, or anything else in between. Kay saw Romeo has just another soul in the void trying to make his way. It was refreshing, but he had left her. Kidnapped and the Force only knew what else had happened...Romeo could only feel in the Force what was left. Broken, and beaten....lost. A feeling all too familiar to himself. Dressed in a simple black robe garment, the Vahla had removed anything that labeled him a darkside wielder of the Force, or warrior. Today, Romeo was just a man looking to chat with a friend.
Opening the doors to the shop, the rogue smiled as he spoke: "Well hello there."
So much had come to pass, the times they were ever changing and threatening to leave all who did not follow it behind. Governments rose and fell, leaving people stranded and with nothing but broken hope. Rulers were dramatized and dethroned, crying about lost crowns and loyalties. Romeo knew all this, had experienced all this, and yet while he retreated behind the lines of known galaxy to lick his wounds and ponder life, the Vahla had left behind so much. He left little to imagination these days, coveted nothing, and found a inner peace from the sanctum of isolation. There was, however, knots that needed to be tightened, friends who needed his ears, and more importantly his sword. The people had all but forgotten Romeo's face, and that was okay. Most of his days warring against pointless battles were over. Territory meant very little to him anymore, slaying Sith was nothing but a old hobby now, and ruling planets were behind him. He could even careless what Vahl, his ancient god ancestor, had to say.
Romeo was back in the galaxy for his friends, and the tea shop before him was where he was needed most, and he knew why. Kay, his only real friend who did not see Romeo has a force master, or a ruler, or anything else in between. Kay saw Romeo has just another soul in the void trying to make his way. It was refreshing, but he had left her. Kidnapped and the Force only knew what else had happened...Romeo could only feel in the Force what was left. Broken, and beaten....lost. A feeling all too familiar to himself. Dressed in a simple black robe garment, the Vahla had removed anything that labeled him a darkside wielder of the Force, or warrior. Today, Romeo was just a man looking to chat with a friend.
Opening the doors to the shop, the rogue smiled as he spoke: "Well hello there."