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A man stood alone on the docking platform, leaning against a support strut. He was clad in dark green and black robes, rippling from the tip of his hood to the tails of his cloak due to the high atmospheric winds of Coruscant. It was especially gusty today- but at least it was warm. He smiled lightly, raising the small cigarra to his lips. He patted his robes in search of a flame... And grinned broadly.
With a snap-hiss, a deep green blade burnt the tip of his cigarra clean off, and he inhaled, allowing the narcotic to catch flame. He disengaged his lightsaber and gave a quick look around... Good, nobody. He exhaled, a long plume of smoke circling his head to be whipped away. He wasn't sure about his new habit quite yet, didn't quite compare to other vices. He shrugged, and shoved his hands in his sleeves, waiting.
The new kid was supposed to be here any minute. Vilo Targas- a Zabrak Force Sensitive. He hadn't heard too much about him, and he hadn't really cared- an apprentice was an apprentice, and it was his master's wish he take one on. He was still for a long moment, mulling over his thoughts.
Kid probably could outperform me someday, anyway. He shook his head, scanning over his gleaming ship, waiting for Vilo to arrive.
With a snap-hiss, a deep green blade burnt the tip of his cigarra clean off, and he inhaled, allowing the narcotic to catch flame. He disengaged his lightsaber and gave a quick look around... Good, nobody. He exhaled, a long plume of smoke circling his head to be whipped away. He wasn't sure about his new habit quite yet, didn't quite compare to other vices. He shrugged, and shoved his hands in his sleeves, waiting.
The new kid was supposed to be here any minute. Vilo Targas- a Zabrak Force Sensitive. He hadn't heard too much about him, and he hadn't really cared- an apprentice was an apprentice, and it was his master's wish he take one on. He was still for a long moment, mulling over his thoughts.
Kid probably could outperform me someday, anyway. He shook his head, scanning over his gleaming ship, waiting for Vilo to arrive.